I wonder if the fountain misses the mouth,
I question if wind misses the rock it eroded,
If time misses the life it cut,
And if the sky remembers my scent.
All absurd, all bizarre—
And yet the verses haunt me, near and far.
If my love is seen as a chore,
Then there is no point in asking for more.
I challenge thy god and its unstoppable force,
For I have seen love travel and reverse time's course.
I’ve seen the power of the universe and the chains of culture—
I will love you today, in the past, and in the future.