The Constant Love
A new day rises and faces fade away.
New days come quickly and never quiet stay.
People are people, they come and they go.
Like the tides in time, they ebb and they flow.
Some faces stay constant, some blink in and out.
Others are traces of what we are about.
Still others have purpose, a mainstay above.
Those who have purpose are those that we love.
Distance and time will fight to break bonds,
But when we love someone, bonds can never be gone.
Through time and across vastness we look at the past, while the future comes steady and the love ...