Among the many passes, 
There was a time or two 
When o'er the grass and flowers 
I thought a bit of you. 

The way you flew above the earth, 
Your distant honesty, 
Made you a being of such of worth 
As meant a world to me. 

But some things move in orbits  
Eccentric, like a line;  
Among the many passes, 
You soon moved far past mine, 

And though time made us lovers, 
It was but just a thought -- 
For there's no trading in a life, 
And time cannot 

Be bought