It's never created
It has lasted through storms of rage, so bitter
And the violent gales of mellifluous laughter
It's unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval
It's not slain, when I'm slain, such is its marvel
Wherever death takes me, It'll unabashedly chase
To unite with you on Another day, at some other place
My love for you is timeless
So Innocent yet so relentless
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