When ‘I Love You’ are empty words

I watch the grand old face

a grimacing bright lit smile

with bitter angry laughter

over many ticking miles,

the road an ever longing

as clockwork mending hearts

moments on the hour top

winding down again to start,

and there my precious, precious love

the lines all ebb and flow

where time has all been traveled

as the flicking lights of show,

ending credits floating up

the hands no longer wave

your song will lose its tempo

but the love is here to stay.

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