The harder my fingers cross The less time passes between Seconds and yet I can’t escape the grip I’ve so Induced Seconds become minutes To hours Two is the number of times I wish each day to feel Less Oh how I wish These fingers would Cross for the last time In harmony One of four I know not What to do in The time I have to Hold you not I will wait As I have For if I must A century or two will pass My patience is near my capacity Of love To you