Ancient Love.

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.