Feelings, are transient.
Wonders, are transient.
Beauties, are transient.
But Love, is Everlasting.
Death shall not brag us wander'est in his shadow.
Not beauty and life bring me towards you.
It is eternality.
Transitory sensations. Transitory marks of memories.
Bliss is ephemeral. The irony of it.
Briskly developed, yet Gradually perished.
Every single animate thing is momentary, and will cease to exist in due course.