Can you find quality in my lack of quantity
Can you take that with you and allow it to linger as the sun lowers on the longest day
Can you see that everything is singular in love as only you hold the sun without it burning the tips of your hands
Turning the pages of my bruised stories and not allow them to close the book
Can you find me with time passing
Biological clock no longer a factor
Does it matter that youth has left us in a timeless love
Can you find the quality in lack of quantity
Or are you blinded by the rules of poor practice