Our definition of love is divided by the difference in perspective,
Some use it for compassion and others want nothing but to give,
Others don't even know what it is
Some use it to hide behind their greed. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!