Ares, Desares, Azares

I lament
For our laments
That hurt so many feelings
From bitterness to tense loss
They made love a fragment

Nothing is eternal that doesn't last until tomorrow
If it's forever, fulfill the ritual
That lasts until morning

They are ares, disares, hazards
Our gazes are disparate
They mix plot with fear
Of losing ourselves in disarray

Nothing is eternal that doesn't last until tomorrow
If it's forever, fulfill the ritual
That lasts until morning
Because too much haste
Is too little delay
In the time of our irrationality
Everything is fleeting to what escapes us
Don't be sad
I will be your pre-dawn

If I were haste
I should gradually flee
But for us, see
I am patience
That knows, always
I will always be