Ah, a gift for thee
a token of my love
a bit of magic by mans making
Look and see
the face
the hands
the delicate machinery
Of the precious dial that
is alive
it beats
its face reads with guile
Please, carry it with you
always keep it
close at heart, handy
it wants to feel your pulse too
A handcuff? No!
a shackle-perhaps
for some its a ticker, a fuse
Coded lines that sign in analog tho
watch its powers,
you'll see, this little clicking gift, a tricky token
from me, will count unto eternity
all the ways and each of the hours
of my love
making time
trying to be
when it was
is all
we needed
(and a piece of time for thee).
Image By Seriykotik (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
