The everlasting.

Love will lead the heart and soul into the depths of light, on glossimer wings and pretty things, a passage of delight 

For all that we collect in time is love by any means, and when that love has purpose glowing the moon of night so gleams,

 all the stars above their shinning catch the dreaming laying rest
And settle in our hearts the victor 
A never ending chest, 

what wills the beating and the rhythm a love as strong be told, the ways of love they never cease and pave the ways in told

For any love of value amounts the weight of gold in times of death, and comes to find within such love, the everlasting 
of our final breath.