O Tempo Passa? Não Passa

Time passes? It doesn't pass

Time passes? It doesn't pass
in the abyss of the heart.
There, the grace endures
of love, blooming in song.

Time brings us closer
even more, it reduces us
to a single verse and rhyme
of hands and eyes, in light.

There is no time consumed
nor time to save.
Time is all dressed
in love and time to love.

My time and yours, beloved,
transcend any measure.
Beyond love, there is nothing,
to love is the essence of life.

Calendar myths are
both yesterday and now,
and your birthday
is a birth at every moment.

And our love, which sprouted
from time, has no age,
for only those who love have heard
the call of eternity.