Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms In life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain, Its ancient tale of being apart or together, As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time: You become an image of what is remembered forever.