The Fleeting Speed Of Time

My soul is mine for now. It's so special and gentle and deep and true that there is only one who can receive it properly. It will not be offered lightly. And I haven't met my mate as of yet. She is like a sliver of atmosphere in my mind. Neither real, nor fantasy. Neither to touch, nor to hold. Just a lovely feather floating by every week or so to remind me of the possibility of love and the fleeting speed of time.....