Where I Stand

Marvel of one day being close to you,
So pure the beauty and the act of passion,
To fight for what I want or say adieu,
How pure and innocent with compassion.
How fresh and ripe as the most perfect plum,
So greatly grown as the freshest flower,
Great this feeling of despair I succumbed,
So magnificent the sense of power,
But it shall not be free eternally,
Time is of essence, not to be bemused,
Forever this shall last internally,
Even though it may be unused,
Only time signifies where it shall stand,
My love never ending as the green lands.