Love Poem 11: Time is Ours

The time is ours.

The lesson of our love,

If such a thing exists,

Is that time is relative.

It bends around experiences,

Stretching itself harmoniously while facilitating love.

And time is ours.

The eternal ticking clock evaporates.

History is here.

All beliefs about what time can do are lured into the past.

What remains is the deep knowing that all with which we try to control life is fruitless.

And that elapsed time,

Expressed in minutes or years,

Says nothing more than,

We live.

The only thing that matters is to love,

And be loved,

Here and now,

Tasting life together hand in hand.

We make time relative,

Because now,

And now,

Yes,

Now.

The time is ours.