As is the way of mortals to exist
They find in love a kind of bliss
A concept surviving time and time again
Intrinsic now to what it means to be human
But for many an eon, Time herself never knew
What it felt like to be wrapped in love true
So she gave up plenty, her immortal existence
For a mere life, filled with plenty of resistance
Though with the powers she managed to keep
She carved her own niche, rising with leaps
Still it took multiple human years
For love to find her, and banish the tears
Then one night, there was a meeting of minds
And a love arose, that was never to be called blind
For Time, our rogue soul, made a pact with a queen
First only of land, but soon also of her heart's sheen
Time had never met another mind as quick-witted as hers
But still, both only saw love hit in a blur
They ruled their part of the world, wise and good
Nevertheless, time caught up like the flood
They passed, side by side, their mortal bodies never apart
But Time returned to her old ways, with a newly broken heart
It was then that she learned why love runs quite so deep
Because it was never something to forever keep
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Poetry"But their falling tears ignited sparks Forming stars, cunning and smart Swirling together, clear and bright" A small collection of poems written for Pride Month and the Pen Your Pride write-a-thon.
