Tell time not to tick again,
because moments like this
might never come again.
Tell it to stop, my lady tell it to wait,
We are alive in this moment, we are oblivious of the world
we have forgotten the day’s date
we don’t know what is in store for the next minute,
we care less because all sorrows, all joys in the world except this,
we have all seen it.
Down the centuries, lamp in hand
we’ve waited for each other,groping, searching patiently in the dark,
but now you are in my arms; our hearts are found
So, tell time not to tick again
and if it doesn’t listen,
We’ll go gladly yonder
where time is but a dead ghost
There, shall we gladly flee
if foolishly proud , time still claims to be.