A Sonnet on Time

So many thoughts

Have been expressed about time

In science and math

In prose and rhyme.

But I've discovered the secret

To its ebb and flow

Just fall in love

And you'll see it grow.

For when you're in love

But living apart

Each day lasts a century

For time has no heart.

But to quicken times' flow

And make it compress

Be together in love

And it becomes less.

So together is less and apart is more,

The truth I've discovered is that time is a whore.