clock of the heart

the clock of the heart keeps a time of its own,
it's hands are not bound by senses or rhyme.

it's pendulum lacks any sense of tempo
will it move fast or will it move slow?
that's a question no one really knows.

time is said to be relative, but to whom?
while in love time flies,
yet in heartache it crawls
as your mind and emotions bounce of the walls.

so I sit and I ponder and strike for a deal
while slowly my heart attempts to heal.
could time just skip to June?
and not a moment too soon!