Love Yields Not to Time
The night had long settled in,
Signaling a time for rest.
Not to be said of the River Seine,
Like time, never takes a holiday
Two lovers approached Pont Neuf
Arm in arm slow was their pace.
Trading whiffs of the other’s red rose,
Deciding the sweeter of the two.
Each kissed the other’s sweet rose,
Into the river they’re tossed.
They rush to the bridge’s other side,
Waiting for the roses to appear.
Water flows but no roses appear,
Love has no understanding of time!