Why must love be subjected to the testimony of time?

I can never understand
how you could move on
like nothing's wrong when
I'm still trapped underneath
the rubbles laid by
the aftermath of our
broken love.

One
warrior
tenacious
tempestous tides
befalls upon frail soul cocooned in beast.

She's like the salt of water,
everywhere around me.
I hunger for a sip,
even though I'm not thirsty.

I believe that there are struggles in love,
but sometimes that's just your heart putting up a fight.

I'd be the air for you,
I'd weave beautiful dreams for you
and I'd protect you.

You are not the river,
you create the endless seas.
You are not the stars,
you form the entire galaxy.

Hearts don't just break,
that's too easy and quick.
They ride the tumultous waves,
and the pain sticks.

Let not the accusing sounds of the breeze alter,
the love I have for you doth not falter.

Silence drowns the whole crowd out,
as time frowns upon my sulk.
Distance pulls our love apart,
but ties our yearning taut and guards.

If you have already formed part of my past,
why do I still find you haunting my present?