My Funny Valentine

My funny valentine
Are you truly mine?
It’s more then Cupid’s arrow
Has wounded you this time

We’ve taken now a course
That casts us in remorse
‘Or never was a place for us
Your fertile ground discourse

But am I one to blame?
For casting you in shame
When all the world does conjure up
Their way to wreck and pain

There must to some degree
Be room enough to be
But vision says
And eyes report
My sentiment to thee

Will time run out of time?
Deliver this to mine
And tell her that
I loved her so –
My words run out of rhyme

When Time Runs Out Of Time

Time of the essence
Time is gold
Be it real
Try it virtual
How does it take hold?

Now relative time
A wonder to me
Moving faster or slower
A conjunctive idea

A good time
A bad
Some hard time, maybe?
Let's throw in some cyber
Please time, let us be

Don't do it on my time
Don't waste of your own
Don't bend it
Or warp it
Nor spend in a zone

The edge of a hole
Where time can stand still
Or gravity changes
Does barely fulfill

Regardless of many
Or how it stands clear
The time due to us
Does never stay here

It slips through your fingers
Melted butter or jam
And time stops for no one
Not woman, or man

It's carried the ages
And held up the world
But one day must happen
It's timing unfurled

All ticking will stop
And clock must run out
And silence submerge us
In nothing about