Eternal peace.

If countless days are numbered where love it comes from eternal peace, 
Shall we say that we are the equivalent 
Until death we might all come to cease,

Half past the point of love, it is with pleasure that we act,  though so many leave with sorrow,  before it's done , With heart in tact,

Love might be the only equation a mathematical formula unknown at hand
For so many clocks do stop, but neither mind the grains of sand, 

Love eludes this passionate state a trickery none the less before,  
And sleep eternal is an end, but love lives on beyond that open door.