No Use
Love has no use for time—
No Use
Love has no use for time—
it ever has been so—
how could Love feel
a minute or a day?
Its minutes are all centuries,
and aeons fill each breath—
what count is felt
no mortal tongue may say.
Though many use unworthy lips
to promise endless bliss;
each soul that vows eternity
knows not a whit of this.
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