When cries becomes it

for this time then becomes now
you know the reasons 
of every minute  
to days 

my sadden life 
only you know
you and I always seems 
to die
so many times of misunderstanding 

days comes and goes 
like crows cry 
like fire flies dies

but my love for this lives
loving  you on every breath
you never disagree ...yet you whisper

time is all we have
you say ....I am resting gently on 
your heart to hear
a beauty of good
nothing more but your passion