Time's Stride

Time never stops,
It never drops,
Or ever fails,
Despite how often humans rail,
Against its passage,
And Many a poetic passage,
Has been written about its stride,
Its pace, unceasing in its ride,
The endless ages,
Compassing the pages,
Of Times diaries,
And so I patiently await the day,
When this distance will pass away,
But till this moment,
We must cherish each second sent,
As a present from heaven,
Upon all men,
Immersed in each day,
Till you once more lay,
In my arms,
Fair maiden of matchless charms.