XXVII - Verse of Time

You’re speaking in riddles
I’m forcing a rhythm
It’s a familiar sequence 
Since the start of time
 
Some girl just like me 
Back a thousand years time 
Poured out her words like flooding riverbanks
Into some old man’s empty tank 
 
And though we’re different through distance 
We’re really the same
The verse looks different in words 
But the meanings never change 
 
It’s always the hour of contentment 
The one before the feast
Dying to devour 
The love we dare not to reap
 
Conclusions of pain 
The harrowing goodbyes
But no number of historic lessons 
Can deter a young heart not to try