Evolution is the dawn,
where one journey ends
and another begins.

Your eyes—
the point in this shifting world
where my heart makes sharp turns,
guiding me through the dimensions of love.

In this fleeting world
where oceans, rivers, trees
all fade with time,
I dream of building a house for us,
strong and enduring,
where I can see you reflected
in mirrors, in ponds.

A house that will stand for generations,
carrying our story through the ages
like the bones of dinosaurs,
a testament to the journey
we began in this ever-evolving world.
Only tales like ours survive
to teach the history of love
across time.