Be I so bold as to love you, my dear?
Is this the end I hoped which would not come?
Are you the one to still my growing fear?
Is this the point to which my life begun?
You are the life upon the base of mine
a broken ring the grandfather refused
the hand by which I care to tell my time
the ticking clock to which my life can move
I am the gear that turns your dark heart so
mechanic tick, cold metal revealed
the pendulum what swings you to and fro
beneath the shallow pane you have sealed
though time may stop and clocks like hearts do break
love lives inside a third dimension's sake
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