You Know It. Don't You? -4

Traditions are temporary,

So are the cultures,

But Love is eternal.

Traditions fade away

In time cultures too die,

Only love the one,

That never dies.

When cultures born

Born with it love,

And of love, born 

Villages, and the cities. 

As the life prosper

The love spreads,

The villages develop

The cultures shines.

As cultures develop

Following it, in existence

Comes the traditions, 

As sign of good will.

As time passes,

Lives end, just

to begin again

but, the cultures remains.

And with cultures

Remains as well,

The traditions, they 

Remain until changed.

The Change is necessary

For the lives to prosper,

For the cultures to shine,

And the love to be alive.

The love is, like

A Phoenix, it dies

So many times, just to 

Rise from the ashes again.

Rise, in a new form

With new energy, 

A new purpose, and

A new generation to inspire.

And so will be

My love for you,

So will be

Your love for me.

In this story of ours

Strangest story of love,

My love, you are

Just like the culture.

I remain, as tradition

And the love among,

The eternal love

Like the Phoenix, lives on.

You know it.

Don't you?