Love is my captive, and she locks me in her cage.
This cage is my own creation, to turn another page.
My love is an hourglass that’s hanging from Love’s hands;
she swings my hourglass just to show me that she can.
The sands of my hourglass don’t fall,
because there are no sands at all.
You see, the truth of my cage is this:
that I’m inside, and our love is timeless.
Trapped as a captive to my own mortality,
I feel as alive as ever — and I know that Love agrees.
When Love needs me, I’ll be there, waiting;
never fading, always saying, always stating:
The sands of my hourglass don’t fall,
because there are no sands at all.
You see, the truth of my cage is this:
that I’m inside, and our love is timeless.