Come with me
When present is ancient
And you are all but dusty bones and ash
I will hold you close like ink on my skin
Or a pendent on my neck
A finger that holds you in one of my thousand rings
I am sorry my love
For I will have many lovers
All which I would hold dear
All which I would give my heart
But my life would be my own
And all of you would come and go
But I will never forget
And I will remember when I will see you next
I will have a different name
Maybe a disguise, a bit of a different face
But my eyes will be the same
And my soul will remember your ancient name
Such is the path an immortal man should take.