The fire burns,
and then burns out,
and never burns again.

The heart loves,
and then is broken,
and never loves again.

The eyes open,
and then they close,
and never open again.

So enjoy the fire’s warmth,
rather than curse its darkened smoke;
and the heart’s passionate beat,
in spite of the loss you feel;
and the eyes’ beautiful sights,
even through the tears they waste.

Fuel the flames!
Love with passion!
See it all!

Because one day, it will all be gone;
Your fire will die,
Your heart will lie still,
and your eyes — close they will.