As the years pass by,
Now only fading memories within our minds,
We never forget,
Both good and bad.

Our lives,
We define through misery, and suffering,
Without either we would live,
In a Utopia, some say,

But I,
I know that perfect world,
That world with no limits,
No boundaries,
Time means nothing there,
That world, so difficult to describe,
Yet so easily put to words.

That world I have been living in,
Unreachable alone,
I am not alone.

That world, without time,
Without limits, borderies, boundaries, nor anything to hinder me,

That world....
With you, my love, with you.

Time means nothing,
But is so key in our lives,
Here in my world,
No, no,
Our world,
Time is but a fleeting memory,
Once scattered by our love, for one another,
Like the wind blowing away leaves,
One autumn night,
We met,
Time stood still.

I knew then, what I know now,
And it still holds true.

Trust in me,
My everything,
I will not fail you,
Never hesitate, nor stumble.

My love for you,
In a way like time,
Not meaningless, as time is, no,
Nor is it simply a foolish human ideal,
No, no, no,
My love for you, is like time,
Never ending, and eternal.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chakros, in the year 99 MA.