Sands Of Time Poem by Fredrick McDonald

to where the heart ake is bound true love will always be found as we gaze upon each other time will tell where true love is found for we are a grain of sand with in this hour glass of time if it is true love our love will grow spred with in each grain of sand lasting for all time if it is just lust it will just be that speck of dust unwilling to trust could you tell me are we the hour glass or just a piece of dust with no trust heaven will let us know wich way our love will go