They say that love (1983)

they say that love
like other actions of the heart
is a consumer of time

time does not pass faster
there is simply less of it
the heart has its bit

they say that time
(whatever’s left of it)
consumes the heart

the heart does not beat faster
there is simply less of it
time takes its bit

I wonder

then what is growth
what is this sensation
of feeling the heart
love
grow
against shrinking time

future memories left behind
a year, a year or only part

is love, then, the wisdom of the heart,
or wisdom, rather, the love of the mind?