Rewound alas i see your face. Tis but a past memorium of the times. Flowing like the rivers, never stopping. Bending like my will. The future lies within us, a past tense of now. When on the line a path will subside to edges we will go. From then until now ive always loved you my dear. Love is either a nutrient or a toxin, from wilt to growth i love you so.