It’s the high time to loose,
It’s time not to choose.
Beware, don’t crib or cry,
Take instead a deep sigh.

Beyond all- everything;
Beyond virtue and sin.
It’s when love creeps in,
You neither lose or win.

Laden in mystery so rare,
That moment of true love.
If that one does ever come,
It’s Godsent, wholesome.

Feel the heat- never ask why,
What, when; how and where,
That moment of love is nigh
Now, so close; look, it’s here
Take care!