We a but a moment of life,
sometimes we slowly fade.
Not on our own accord,
But life throws a stone in a
                 pond of reflection.

Love is eternal, mortality is
a curse on our yearning of love.
where we wish for the ripples
to reach the shores
                                 they fade.

But love isn't a ripple its what
swims beneath. The stone may
sink, but its motion is felt beyond
the surface. Love never sinks it
                         only gets deeper