Eternally in Love

Births, and certain places,
shifting from place to place, they come,
it strokes the places that were hurt,
it beckons them to keep on existing,
it wishes for them to arise,
it is love itself that endures

I run to the dearest place,
and wake the flowers sleeping there,
I don’t complain that the flowers’ scent is faint,
those flowers, they know about me,
and now, with those flowers’ scent, I kiss her

In love,
in a moment of kissing the head,
in a small gift of love,
in a poem written now and then,
“this is my love,” I hide it away

A gentle, almost philosophical love poem, set to music by Tharindu Damsara, about love as the one thing that endures through all of life’s flux. Amid births and shifting places, moving from place to place, it says, something goes on stroking the hurt places, coaxing them to keep existing, wishing them into being, and that something, the refrain answers, is love itself that endures. Love is cast as the steady, healing constant beneath a changing life.

The middle is a small, tender ritual. He runs to the dearest place and wakes the flowers sleeping there; he doesn’t complain that their scent is faint, because those flowers know about me, they are old friends; and now, carrying their fragrance, he kisses his beloved. Love is woven into the smallest, most habitual gestures of a shared world.

The close names how love is really spoken, not in grand declarations but in tiny acts: in a moment of kissing the head, in a small love-gift, in a poem written now and then, this is my love, he says, is what he quietly hides inside each of them. Composed by Tharindu Damsara to words by Sanjaya Epa Senevirathna, it is a soft, thoughtful song about a love expressed less in words than in gentle, enduring, everyday tenderness, love that simply lasts.