The Two Lovers

Two lovers,
Separated by time,
Long to be,
In each others arms.
If he is up,
She will climb,
Just to be,
In his arms.
If she moves away,
He will find,
A way to be,
In her arms.
Now they stretch,
Across all time,
Desperate to be,
In each others arms.
The two are united,
And together define,
Space and void,
With point and line.
The two lovers,
Finally combine,
At once assured,
In each others arms.