Power comes and power goes;
Love goes – yet sometimes does not return.
Fields of grain grow, then golden –
But not if not for their planting prior that spring.
Who retains power apart from love, and what is love, absent its power? Who sends the rain, and provides the fertile soil? If in love one plants a seed, will it not die first then grow transformed?
Is all for naught if left for chance; yes, and so is gain, if received but not returned, and if sought where none is given.