contrast
The tide has changed
The whistle blown
A sad and
Never-ending drone

From the sweetness of love
Comes the sorrow of heart-break
The light to dark
The joy to heart-ache

These things flow in and out
As much as we please
Like a flickering candle flame
Caught in a breese

From the warmth of love
To the agony of death
Your verry first moment
To your last painful breath.