We meet but once, by ringing chimes,
and part as the chimes strike fewer.
Our hands pass as the sands fall by
into the once-was-future.
Still, we meet but more and always,
as hours echo, Remember,
though minutes clack Til then‘s away,
restless for eternal ever
when at last we count the seconds
hand by hand with one another
and smile at the click of the clock,
as we tick and tock together.
And so shall come the end of time
before our love may be measured.
You may count me lost should I love
you a day less than forever.