The sands of time are a torturous device. <br />We have a trial period in order to suffice. <br />The feeling of love is set on a time limit. <br />You must be 1 for this long to have it. <br /> <br />Love is to be free from all cares. <br />To have long competitions of love stares. <br />To lay her head on my chest. <br />Ooh, I like that one the best. <br /> <br />Love is to do nothing, <br />but yet, do everything. <br />Love is to be sweet and tender, <br />All of this to be mixed together, in a blender....<br /><br />Eric Pennington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-time/
