All In Life Is Ephemeral Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

All in life is ephemeral.
Everything with time, it goes:
Along with it, myself—a passenger;
Life's circle closing, I suppose.

But when about my love I think,
Forever that may last:
Never enough the ink
And paper for my past!

Although everything is meant for change,
My dearest love as well;
My only heart, needs no exchange,
Nor feels to say ‘farewell'.

All in life is ephemeral.
My heart has stopped in time:
No longer myself a passenger,
Nor my soul shall die!