If time could speed up, the pain
and slow down the times of cheer,
It’s always the reverse I wish to steer.
It’s always the love, I wish to dance for.
Dance on tunes of his heart,
till the time makes the tapping feet fall apart.
With a blink of an eye, I wish to heal the wounds
and with his every breath, I match mine.
While there are endless fits of laughing sounds
marching by, overlooking scars that whine.
It’s all about time,
which makes the words quick and slow, pain and cheer rhyme.
In response to via Daily Prompt: Quicken