The Love that never dies

In the dawn of time, before the world began,

There was a love so pure and true,

That even the stars in the sky above

Were but pale imitations of its hue.

It was a love that spanned the ages,

A love that could never be denied,

For it was the essence of all creation,

The very breath of life inside.

This love was born of light and darkness,

Of joy and sorrow, of hope and despair,

For it was the meeting of two souls,

Two hearts that knew no earthly care.

And so they danced across the heavens,

Two flames of purest white,

Their love a shining beacon,

A star to guide the way through the night.

But as the eons passed them by,

Their love began to fade,

For though they burned with passion still,

The world around them had changed.

And so they fell from grace and glory,

Tumbling down to earth below,

Their love a memory of a distant time,

A dream of what once was known.

Yet even in the depths of darkness,

Their love still shone so bright,

For it was a love that never died,

A flame that burned eternal in the night.

And though they lived in different worlds,

Separated by time and space,

Their love remained a bond unbroken,

A connection that time could not erase.

And so they dance across the ages,

Two souls forever intertwined,

Their love a shining beacon,

A star that will never cease to shine.

For it is a love that never dies,

A flame that burns eternal in the skies,

A testament to the power of love,

The greatest force in all our lives.