Surrealistic love

Time means nothin, Distance mean nothin,
Cause' our fates are bound and we shall come around.
The memories flood from my rusten mind,
Everytime I see you, I rewind;
To the moment we shared, when our souls had paired;
Our skins as they brushed, the blood in us rushed.
My demons now cry, As in pain my heart sighs,
To reach for your soul, It incessantly tries;
From our secret, I may, Keep the world at bay,
But in my thoughts you'll stay, Till my very last day.