Love The Spawn Of Time

Time is never constant nor does it wait, time come and goes is unpredictable and disastrous, and with the passing of time your feelings alter shifting and what you think is love is merely a mirage, love is the spawn of time as long as there has been time there has also been love and when time runs out so does ones love for another. What a terrible fate it is to know that what you once held dear to you is now nothing more than a memory fading away with each pass of time.