The Time

The time 

That was cantankerous 

Tormented me with a siren.

The day you owned me 

And tamed time, 

Allowing me to beguile it 

In your arms,

The past pain got evaporated 

With your ample touch 

And enervated past fled 

Without looking back.

Yes, the time becomes siren now, 

The time becomes cool now 

As your soul fixes my soul 

For a union to bring 

A plethora of ecstasy to life.