And hold them as a string of pearls -
To lay them forever in your clasp,
I would travel 'round the world.
Or could I catch each passing hour,
Golden as a grain of sand;
And were all time within my power,
I would place it in your hand.
Alas, I cannot make them stay -
But cherish each as past they fly.
Every moment of every day,
I'm glad that you are mine.
2016 Rebekah Davis, all rights reserved
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