Ages pass and eons wane,
And from above the world does fade,
We speak of war, religion, trade
But only one strong truth remains.
It’s more than just a gentle touch,
A stolen kiss or long-lost love
It speaks to souls with little worth
But for one life these souls did touch.
And one may be another myth,
Another story, another rift,
But, who knows, but that the world would fail
The skies would fall, the clouds would hail
With one last dying puff
Should we lose our universal trust.
Well, perhaps this melodrama isn’t apt,
But every lasting hope and dream
Song and movie still unseen
Carries with it a signet of love.
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