In the stone ages, I

chased you for days,

hunted all the prey so

we could make a home out of our cave.  

Prehistoric times could

not even break my stride,

my only real concern

was making sure we both made it out alive.  

Even though the threat

of being eaten alive was always a factor,

with you by my side,

nothing else really ever mattered.  

I was grateful every

morning when the sun would rise,

our love story began in

the land before time.

I drew pictures of us

on walls so that future generations would know of our love,

with our children in

your arms while my own held a club.  

As the days passed by,

and we learned how to grow our own food,

I added smiles to their

faces to properly reflect our moods.  

We had made it now that

we could settle

and watch our boys grow

into mesolithic men,

a connection this

strong

could make it through

any mass extinction.

We danced around the

fire in worship of the gods,

the festival of

Dionysus always left us awed.  

We laughed in merriment

whilst watching comedies,

then consoled one

another as we weeped during the tragedies.  

Inseparable even in

Ancient Greece, we saw the rise of democracy,

then spent our nights drinking

wine and debating philosophy.  

Nothing could come

between our love, it would not even matter if you were a slave,

society could not change

the fact that your olive skin was all I craved.  

Electricity fills the

air, rumour has it that a prince is born,

Queen Maya's said to even

have dreamt of a white elephant with six horns.  

We watched in awe as

this boy aged into a fine and mighty prince,

who denounced his

riches once he encountered his subjects’ suffering.  

I could understand his

decision to leave his fortune and wealth behind,

for all I needed in

this life was your presence by my side.  

Around the same time

Gautama traded his riches for rags,

I was surrendering to

our love, and raising my white flag.

When the Roman Empire

claimed

Egypt

as its own,

I was there to quel

your fears when Cleopatra was dethroned.  

Although her affair

with Mark Antony is the original love story,

their romance could not

hold a candle to the warmth between you and me.  

Walking hand in hand

through the great pyramids with you,

was all it took for me

to feel pharaonic and brand new.

We built our mud brick

home along the

Nile

's fertile riverbank,

at night, we worship

Geb for providing us with food and drink.  

Our ancient love

survived the rise and fall of empires,

it saw the invention of the wheel and even fueled the first fire;

civilizations would never have collapsed if they knew the secret to our bliss,

no amount of time could erase a love like this.