With deep admiration do eyes look at you
Words do not mudder for in a glance
  can it not be held, when time is standing still

Shall eyes meet mine and gaze upon me slow—

time, what time?
For beauty, time can not behold.

A pedal drops,
We age away
as dust becomes the norm

But within a blink you see me now,
  and looking at you slow—

   time what time?
For love, time can not behold

We waste away years more years taking nothing slow
with this thought of ageless mind,

   time what time?
For young love, time can not behold

neither here nor there—shall it be—that beauty can be held

for with this slow look upon
is all you need to know

Stay with me now
for time to fray
away from moving no more than slow

  say, what is time?
For time, time can not behold