I only know that love will still exist,
long after you and I are parted;
it doesn't stop and end in pain,
because of something we've now started.

Of course, there will be grief and sorrow,
but that will fade as time goes marching on;
but a burden will be shed,  and lifted,
long after we have seen exactly what went wrong.

Love never fails,  it's only human beings,
imperfect in the flesh, imperfect in their reason;
they're blinded by emotions they can't handle,
and so, they pass along,  as any season.

Some will part as friends, and some like foes,
some will bear their wounds and some will not;
but inside, well hidden, in the tortured soul,
the remains, will dissolve and slowly rot.

But one day, you'll see another pleasant sight,
that will attract you,  to its gleaming eye;
and  you will slowly fall in love again,
and with new-found wings...you'll fly.