" Splendour in the Grass"

What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
-- William Wordsworth





This was one of my favorite love stories....
I think we can all relate to this story. 

When your young, and you fall in love for the first time, It's all so new and exciting, but your emotions take over you and you fall fast in the depths of sexuality and sometimes despair... When you think it's forever... to find out it's not, you realize this feeling hurts to the core where your insides feel like a hurt that you'll never get over, a doom like no other, a feeling of despair, wishing you had never been born, wishing and hoping, that the other felt the same as you... knowing in your heart you'll never love another, knowing you'll never feel the same again, till the day you die, wishing you were dead, not wanting to hurt like the way you do, knowing no one could feel the same as you do...Loosing yourself in the despair of heart break that could never be mended even with time....