There will be a time when it will end. <br />Be it parting <br />Be it death <br />So each passing minute with you <br /> Pendulummed with sadness. <br />So many times <br />I looked long into your face. <br /> I could hear the clock ticking.<br /><br />Spike Milligan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-suspected/
