Beauty for Ashes

Love's seed is sown in fire,
where life seems to expire;
the bud is always kept
where Garden's beauty slept.
So leaf will grow towards leaf,
reversal of Eden's grief.
So night will turn to day:
True Love will always stay.

(A variation on Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Will Stay" that I wrote for someone whose favourite poem is "Nothing Gold Will Stay".)