Continuity

Oh its beautiful And love it i do
For true love is love with love itself
People they come and they walk and they go
But love thou have for them prevails
The winds of time they blow and grow cold
Perishes the chariot of deathly abode
But flows still the sound of the leaves
As the chariot flew by with thou
For endless is its stream that always flows
Endless is the warmth of its glow
And endless it was and is and will be
And in absence it grows
For know this oh foolish and ignorant rider
The destination is reached but the journey never ends.