Winter, summer, fall are all

Oblivious to smaller pain;

The dead lay bare and our disdain

Is predestined to fall.

Love is such a lucid thing

When it is answered, clear and plain,

But otherwise there's only rain

That hides what sunshine love can bring.

What have you got? what was it worth?

When love destroys our saddened earth?

There is an answer; it's a lesson—

Know this and the pain will lessen.