Tell me do you still behold my face,
The same way that you did before?
When the distance didn't seem as far,
And things weren't so unsure.

Or, has the passed time changed your heart,
And tempered desire for me,
Has your passion numbed, eyes grown dim?
Tell me what you still see.

Do you still see the same youthful soul,
That matched yours in hope-sprung way?
Do I remain fixed in your vision?
Things are changing every day.

Still, all but one has been altered,
Eroded by time's unyielding might.
Spare truth, who makes no bargains,
Enduring time;  unveiling right.

If destiny's course is advance set,
Not even time itself can place,
Deception in the eye of the soul,
That truth will not erase.