I know what will come of this love:

Still, I choose it.

I also know 

what comes of this life:

Still do I live,

Knowing we must die.

We both know this 

is too good to last:

Let us not remember our end 

before she comes. 

Let us live for the now,

This now with tendrils

Extending into forever,

I taste eternity 

on your lips–

I am a clock,

you pinned my hands

And stopped time.

That moment 

put hooks in my heart,

And as I trudged away

In our funeral march

I think I left it there.