Too Soon

In a moment, we'll meet,  
In a second, we'll caress,  
In a minute, we'll kiss....  
   
In an hour, we'll reminisce, on the passing of time, too soon....  
Counting the moments....the seconds, until another brand new moon....  
Rushing the minutes....  
Cursing the hours....  
Dreading the pace, of this sluggish afternoon.  
   
What is it to time, that our time be too much?  
What does the hour hand know of your, & my, cherished touch?  
Does it not know, near you, I'm alive, but apart, I perish much?  
   
I beg of time, stop your ticking away,  
That my heart might hold onto forever, today.