Traveling with Poetry

I will write an epic poem;
I know their age is gone
but again I will restore them
and write until our meeting is done.

It will be a verse for everyday;
With rhymes swift as my steps;
renovating every word I say ;
and concluding with my sweet reap.

In your hands I will present the poem;
a word filled clock; counting time;
in such way that time ceases to be a problem,
and finally, your lips and mine are going to mime!

Ah, but I must confess, without a verse;
It would be more of my liking;
If all the stanzas are lost within the universe;
And just a Haiku was formed until our meeting.