The clock ticks softly, echoing the rhythm of a heart yearning for the embrace of another.
Moments weave into eternity, strands of passion binding souls against the relentless march of time.
Love, like an alchemical potion, brews in the cauldron of memory, sweet and bitter in equal measure.
Shall we dance in the echoes of our dreams?
The spirits whisper of frequencies unheard...
Time, my dear, is a fickle mistress; she loops her dance, and we are but players in her grandeur.
Each heartbeat a reminder, each breath a loop in a record scratched but never broken.
Let us not fear the passage of moments, but welcome each as a note in our shared symphony.
Together we turn to stardust...
Perpetual in our dance, timeless in our love.