TIME'S ENEMY

She has made quite an enemy of time--
Always pulling her this way and that
And never to her advantage.
It seems that all the world is a ticking clock--
That moments of now are so quickly yesterday
You and she have so many yesterdays
And yet all their tomorrows are question marks
That only the hands of Time can answer.
What strange creatures they must be to be
Guided by their biggest enemy--
They are slower to his wishes
And bow to his commands.
She knows that you love her--but she also knows
That Time, her mortal foe,
Will take you away from her again--
And you will follow him without hesitation
Until he himself unwillingly brings you back to her
Alone sometimes, she wonders if you would stay
Even if Time stopped forever
Just for them.