Across the veil where moments blend,
Beyond the years where echoes bend,
There lie the ties we cannot trace,
That bind our hearts through time and space.

A glance from centuries, a whisper of old,
Like an ancient story that’s yet to be told.
From cradle to grave, from dawn until dusk,
They weave in silence, like breath through the husk.

For what is love but a timeless chord,
A song half-remembered, a forgotten word?
An ache in the chest that we can’t define,
Yet beats through the ages, and...