Shortening time with longing

Time is a measure,
In which we find the pleasure,
Wandering for leisure,
With a heart full of treasure.

There comes a time,
For which there is no chime,
We come into our prime,
With the hopes of a lifetime.

Counting down the days,
The weeks you dare set ablaze,
The months you want to raze,
Till when you face their gaze.

If time will gallop on,
To finish the marathon,
No more to wait upon,
The wish to liaison.

The heart is full of love,
Like a blessing from above,
Time is like a dove,
Freed and better off.

We wonder what to do,
With what we never knew,
As sure as we come to,
The day to meet anew.