Ryoku Tenshi Art Platform

Beneath
the weight of time's cold hand,
In shadows deep, where sorrows
stand,
Neither deaths breath nor ages vast,
Shall
tear your image from my grasp.
The clocks
may falter, years may wane,
The stars themselves might die in
pain,
Yet in the void, my heart will sing
A timeless
hymn to your being.
Not even
death, in all its might,
Can drown the flame or steal the
light,
For love, once born, defies decay,