E T E R N A L P A R A D O X O F LOVE
When you walked in, you looked at me with your brown eyes
And you wondered
What is about that yellow book in my hand?
- The stories of the Time – I answered,
One story for each second.
The second time you looked at me with your amber eyes
And you asked me
Who wrote that yellow book?
- Each of us writes our lyrics, I have responded.
The last time you walked in,
You looked at me with your beautiful eyes,
And you tell me that you love me more than that yellow book.
Suddenly the sand glass that has been whispering all the lyrics
Broke in thousands of words
Snaking like a mischievous smoke
Into our lives.
Since then,
We have remained the same young, never aging,
But the yellow book of Time is continuously thinning.