By Minolila Zak
Date: 14 September 1999

Time!!

Somewhere across the sea, 
my lost love still waits for me,

though he is young, and I am old,
thorough the centuries we must go,

One day we meet, he is old and I am young,
back thorough time we are flung, 

While in his heart, he holds my soul,
our love had't no way to grow, 

In different time and space we spin,
our love gets lost once again,

We travel thorough space and time,
we find each other, but as a friend,

The Cycle will soon start again, 
Next time we meet, I am a she, and so is he,

This cycle we must once more repeat,
until out, the both of us, of same age and time we meet,

Thus our cycle we will complete,
on that day our love will grow,

So all the world, our love will know,

That in the end, love will win.