Although the air
Smells sweeter for your presence
And your skin as soft as snow.
Now is not the time.

Although I could heal your troubles –
Fold your soul into my own.
Now is simply not the time.

Who is time to make us wait?
And what is time if not a curse,
Or a blessing given to us
And then cruelly snatched away?
To everything there is a season.
Each beginning has an end,
There may never be a time,
But I know now is not the time.

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