We meet and entangle, An impassioned embrace, That ultimately, Crushes the heart.
Bitter sweet love, That flows and dies. The folly of expectations the key to its sad demise.
No perfection exists, Except in the mind. All the rest, an illusion.
Alford Lord Tennyson, long ago and wisely wrote; "It is better to have loved and lost, Than never have loved at all." A very fine and fitting summation. I would add, that the moments we spend in love, even though brief, are the best investments in time that we shall ever make. And we remain forever richer for it.