Once I had the rarest rose That ever deigned to bloom Cruel winter chilled the bud And stole my flower too soon. Oh loneliness, oh hopelessness To search the ends of time For there is in all the world No greater love than mine.
Because we don't know when we will die, We get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Things happen only a certain number of times, and a small number really. How many times will you remember an afternoon of your childhood and afternoon so deeply a part of you that you cann't be without it? Yet it all seems limitless