Love ya still... or was it a still love....

I still travel back to the immortal times which no longer are...

I still believe the three immortal words that went below par...

I still trust ya'r promise which died without trying, unwilling to go far...

I still believe in ya'r sunshine although dusk is all that seeps in my life ajar...

I still hope, yet aware that hope perished first, didn't wait till the end...

I still believe in destiny, despite it weaving an unsolicited bend...

I still believe the azure is blue, no longer but more than me...

I still believe deserts could cultivate one day, but I won't be there to see...

I still believe in love for it was meant to be always 'n forever ...

I still believe ya loved me when ya said ya did, or did ya never...

An answer I guess wouldn't ever know...
until I meet God six feet under whenever I go...