You can't live without love if you've loved,
and if love should ever leave,
the Heart, unyielding to the Mind's pressing,
yearns, and comes to settle for a counterfeit.
What if, though, the cases of love,
all bear the same name?
Then love, pure and true,
It must always have been,
and love, pure and true,
it may grow again to be.
The waves of love
and people in love--
don't question me of that.
But I know of impossibility enough
to know that its traits and ours
sit apart; unmatched.