As the stars explode,
Wither to dust..
They say a new one is born.
Through years, possibly a millennia,
It takes for a new one to for to form
It's only a matter of time before history meets it's end...
But love itself is timeless,
It grows without an end
You can supply it in multitudes
You give some here a little there.
Give it a number,
I say it amounts to more than every person breathes in air.
This love we've grown so find of,
We'd never comprehend.
Know that each time I say I love you,
My love shall never end.
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