TILL THE END OF THE WORLD — ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

In the quiet cradle of cosmic birth, Where stars ignited and galaxies spun, Time unfurled its tapestry of wonder, A symphony composed before the sun.

From primordial seas to mountain peaks, Life danced upon the Earth’s ancient stage, Creatures fleeting, moments interwoven, In the grand theater of each passing age.

Eons whispered secrets in fossilized bones, As continents drifted and oceans roamed, Love blossomed in tender human hearts, And empires rose, then crumbled to stone.

Through epochs of ice and fiery embrace, We traced our stories in stardust ink, Dreams painted on the canvas of night, As constellations whispered what they think.

The sun, our faithful timekeeper, Measures days in golden increments, Yet love defies its linear constraints, An eternal flame that never relents.

And when the last star fades from view, When galaxies collide and atoms disperse, Our essence will linger in cosmic echoes, A timeless melody, a universe-wide verse.

So let us dance upon this fragile sphere, Embrace the fleeting moments we find, For in the vast expanse of existence, Love endures until the end of time.