My heart is a Clock

In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty,  You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.

Life is Life,

no do-overs,

no pause button,

and not very many second chances.

So take the best of what you have

and make life go on somehow.

Walk in my garden, and thou’lt find but loss,

Except thy soul be martyred to the Quest;

I shew what flows within the rose’s veins,

No magic scents and hues my Spring

possessed.