time has stolen too much from me
i keep on dreaming in fantasys
love is hard to find and not always fun
but when i saw you i knew you were the one
when are eyes met i was so shaken
i thought for sure that you were taken
but when you walked up to me and asked me to dance
i knew it was a dream or some kind of trance
live in the moment and never waste time
before you know it your out of your prime
I love this poem...Time and I often disagree..I wrote two poems..one is "Time's Intoxicated" the other is "Time's Wasted"..It's basically what you just said, except..I take more time to explain, because, I like wasting time..in rhyme..hehe, take care..Polly