time after time.

My heart is a clock.
It's muscles and nerves are gears and pins.
A machine, a tool.

But a clock is meaningless without time.
Without time, a clock would simply count.
Valueless decimals, discarded and alone.

My heart is a clock and you are its time.
Giving purpose to a machine empty without you.
Your sweet song, the harmony to my meter.
Breathing life into the inanimate.