The sacred crush I have on you
Goes down, like the minute hand to six,
And up, like the second hand to twelve,
And vascillates between
The secret love I hold so dear
And the devotion known so well to only you.

And while the pendulums all swing
And the golden chains are pulled
And one goes up and one goes down
And silent clicks and ticks are felt,
The talks are timeless and not bound
To anything that space or time might hold,
But only to the velvet ties unbound
And flying out behind
The wake of Love's unbroken rounds
Of firsts and lasts to come.

-jenn