Love Felt Like Time

And so, love felt like time.

Quiet at first,
Hidden behind polished faces and ticking lapses.

Beginning with a single click

A glance
A word
A moment that winds something deep inside.

Not even noticing it right away,
But something shifts.
A cog turns.
And then another.

Not fast.
Not loud.
But steady.

Love, like clockwork,

Is not about the rush,
But about the rhythm.

The gentle motion of two people
Ticking in time
Until they no longer count the minutes apart.

And maybe you’ve been broken before,
Springs sprung,
Gears rusted.

But clockwork can be mended
With a simple reset.

So when someone comes along
With hands soft enough
To turn the pieces without forcing them,
That’s when you’ll know.

This isn’t chance,
It’s design.
You were meant to move together.

Tick by tick.
Click by click.
Until love,
Like time,
Feels infinite.