Paces

What pace should we expect our hearts to set?
Cupid can fly, and lovers' thoughts have wings,
Yet hours plod in love, lest we forget,
In lover's absence, and love ever clings
To presence, praying it will stay forever.
How quickly can love run if it would stay?
If, in each footfall, it would fear to sever
A present tie, how can it ever stray
An inch - is immobility a motion?
Love then has diverse paces diverse times,
And through it all the constant is devotion
Which keeps the thread as movement falls and climbs.
So let love's pace be set by present need:
From expectation let it then be freed.