A Love Poem

Time tells many lies Later found to be real For the same reason, a baby cries Innocence, time does steal Born to be loved ones Die being one's love For every beginning, an end For every end, nothing forgotten Time outlives us and we die For then why are we remembered so? Seeds of immortal memories we do sow So that others, loved ones, may know A lifetime in an instant Years remaining distant Made unending by human minds By feeling, expressions of both soul and mind Do we leave this life? We want to know Through family albums and spoken word, truly I don't think so *This is the wrong title, it is supposed to be called "Infinite Time"