For Lovers feel their Lover's touch
When each is still alone
Regardless of the daytime rush
Or when they're safe at home.

For Love there is no final hour
There is no proper time
Blooms just like a wildflower
And helps the poet rhyme.

It fills each day with ecstasy
Sometimes at night a tear
Though you may not be here with me
Your heart is very near.

Each morning hour I sit and wait
And think about your day
I also hope you won't be late
While at the keyboard stay.

For lovers feel their lover's hearts
Across a thousand miles 
They beat when morning's light appears
And stop when memory smiles.

I Love  You dear, My heart of Hearts
My heart beats when you smile
It starts each day, when each day starts
And travels every mile.

"Until we blow the dust from Eternity's Clock"