Through time
Time, always through time,
we've done this for centuries a
dance of love and hate.
Always begining,
but never finding a end.
We pass each other
with the feeling of want.
One day this
journey will have to end.
No one knows
what the out come will be.
Will we drift
through time always searching?
Or
Will we find each other atlast?
A bond
that will never break.
Once
a soul finds its mate.
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