Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time’s injurious hand crushed and o’erworn;
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age’s steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he’s king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age’s cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life.
    His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
    And they shall live, and he in them still green.

Love is not love —
at first sight,
'tis ne'er love
if there are lies;
'tis neither a rainbow after each rain
nor a remedy for once yesterday's pain.

Love is not love —
with just words to express,
'tis should be drawn to actions, ne'ertheless:
'tis neither steepy mountains
to be moved
nor clouds at the azure sky above.

Love is not love —
if tears weren't shown for distances;
but being far away
  is just a matter of time:
'tis not an air that can make us breathe,
but one of the reasons
why we live.

Love is undefined —
from the absence of two hearts,
'tis should be distinguished
among all the odds;
'tis neither an ocean,
  a pearl, a sunshine
nor the dawn, the day, the night
for love — is love.

Obsidian black; crimson red
Amidst the abyss, the souls have bled;
In shattered tears; the ticking years
Everything ought to disappear

On this empty journey, I stopped midway
To try to reminisce, to subtly replay
This sempiternal emptiness I feel
Those unheard voices I hear

Somewhere down the chasm below,
There it lies, the blackest of snow
Darkest and solitary it may seem
But peace may be found from within

This steepy cliff on where I lie,
On the very same cliff where I might die
To reminisce what happened then
I wonder if this would be the end

She longed for you in lonely nights
Of pouring rains and flickering lights.

She looked for you from steepy heights to sloping grounds,
on rolling tides and sandy bars.

She loved you since and loves you still.

She has coped  with the thought, you're not her's to keep and hold.