there swings the second hand.

if i hold one and let the other be free

i am afraid i have but half of you

this tender world of dreamy state

i walk on clouds even while awake

how love swings my heart so wild

i have you now yet i have not enough

i keep tracking your eyes stubbornly with mine

wherever you look i wish to be a part of it

like a canvas loving her artist i

am fond of just your pair of eyes

the swings of time, as the clock ticks a rhyme

my hand that’s loose holds my chest so tight

to be a part of you, yet not so much i am scared

i am blessed and yet i am cursed all the while

love’s breeze can be rough sometimes

i am in love yet hate who i become

the moment i feel i might lose your love

i lose myself along with you.