Each Day that Ticks Away

Love…
…is an emotion I feel with greater and greater depth as I get older. Just as each heartbeat of this life becomes one less than I had just a moment before, the time to love and be loved is more precious with each day that ticks away.

American writer of contemporary novels Jay Asher
If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star,
late at night, only light.
And if my love
could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.