Lost in something

It is the ever echo,
The ringing chime...
The times that are changing.
The things which are mine.
It is the love not yet clear,
And the sky not yet seen...
That beats down warm,
That makes me sing.
Take flight in me now,
And love me till end,
You will be with me,
and I will be grin.
No more I question,
No more I care,
Free from all burden...
Not traped by dispare.
It is the new and the beginning,
That in this we share.
I will always love,
And you will be mine...
Throughout all our history,
When come the end times. 
Love is the reason,
And time is the cause. 
This sound that is humming,
For ever and on.