Love hangs on a clock

I did not know, that love hung on a clock
That told, the minutes and the years,
The metal arms, forever going forwards on its face
To live in the palaces of the mind,
Where love comes to bury itself
Offering ticking, twinkling emotion
Moving its force into cells
Where hearts are captured,
Precious like times shifting pathways
The seconds moving one by one,
As we whirl and twirl in own free will
Sharing the gift of magical moments,
I truly believe that we should all be struck
By cupids  loving well aimed arrows,
Not by hatred, fear or division
But by steady pulses of harmony,
Arriving swiftly on the breeze
Releasing the scent of passion,
Capturing and soothing longing
Comforting, keeping us safe from harm.