A Time to Love
Time it once had a meaning,
The years had seasons,
Day and night reigned and waned,
Love was pure and unstained,
Before the grains of truth and trust,
Began to seep out, Began to rush,
Seeping and lies creeping,
Insidiously drowning love.
Our times have had meaning
Our love had its season
The grains of our love
Ceased flowing became corrupt
It stopped!
Times up!
Loves finished!
Abrupt!
Submitted for : Bluebell Books where the timer was used as the prompt
