There is no end of love.
Only an end of time.
For love withstands the confides of time.
Where time resides is magnificent.
If I told you would you consider it?
Curious as it is I’d love to tell you more.
Living between the stars in the universe. Where the hands tick in strict rotation.
Time exists without peril and explanation.
Where love is held in eternity.
A place where one becomes many.
The timeless honor of being.
The boundless soul is wild and free endlessly.
An effortless waltz as the clock ticks.
Dazzling our memories with fondness.
But when does it come?
The cold ending.
To times duty so calculated.
The answer is never.
Not if you’re wise in your endeavors.
Not if you bond with your soul.
I hope you know that love is real.
It’s true and lives in everything.
Should you ever doubt that, take a look in the mirror.
Love always looks back.