There are no minutes
Just the here and now
To contemplate the why and how.
The song you hear
Is the Eternal Spring
From the memories of the love you sing.
There is no dream to release
It’s just a vision, an eternal piece.
The piece of you and the piece of me
That remains in love, eternally.
A cosmic kiss, an etheric embrace
And only a memory of your face.
There is no time
There is no space
Only a lover’s eternal embrace.