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, where round your neck in your many forms in life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain, it's ancient tale of being a part, or together, as I stare on and on into the past. In the end, you emerge, glad in the light of a pole star piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount at the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressed vultures of farewell, old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today, it is heaped at your feet. It has found its end in you, the love of all man's days both past and forever. Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life, the memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours and the songs of every poet, past and forever.