Heart Time

Time is no friend of a heart yet to flower.
The emptiness so deep and dark every day ,every hour.
The searching and yearning gaining no peace of mind.
With each passing day my true love I can’t find.
The one true thing in life I’m still yet to gain.
No relief can I find, as time seems to wane.

Time is no friend of a heart yet to beat.
She is out there somewhere waiting only to meet.
The fear and the pain I no longer can bare.
I will find her today somehow, somewhere.
My resolve has now strengthened no doubts exist still.
She has always been mine, lacking only the will.

Time is no friend of a heart yet to break.
After waiting so long she is still mine but to take.
Yet for so long a time her passion has grown cold.
My fault I yet  realize for we both have grown old.
The answer I seek will not be left up to fate.
My solution alas will be only to wait.

Time is no friend of two hearts yet to merge.
Friends first she has stated and at stake is my word.
The emptiness gone the future so bright.
Whatever, however everything seems so right.
My friend has been time no matter I say.
For time is my ally this time, this way.