How can I tell you
How can I tell you?
That our love is older than this life,
woven into the stars,
a story that stretches across time,
whispered by the winds of forgotten lands.
I have been yours,
and you have been mine,
in so many lifetimes.
We once wandered through the sands of Egypt,
our hearts wrapped in the warmth of the desert sun.
Africa cradled us in its vastness,
and I can still feel the echoes of our laughter
beneath the ancient skies.
I remember when I was an English warlord,
and you, my muse, stood at my side,
your eyes the only light I needed in the chaos of battle.
I died a Viking,
and you wept for me by the shore,
your tears falling into the sea
as if the waves could carry them back to me.
This love of ours is the weight of every lifetime
the children we bore, the joys we shared,
the dreams that filled our hearts.
I have loved you through it all,
and as I sit here now,
I feel the same love burning inside me,
as if no time has passed at all.
I loved you then,
I love you now,
and in lifetimes we’ve yet to live,
I will love you still.
This love, it’s endless,
woven into the fabric of the universe,
as if every star in the sky knows our name.
And though the world changes,
and time slips through our fingers,
I hold onto us,
forever.
