Waste not...

Waste not the ink of your heart,

For love that but is fleeting like the season;

For there is love for the loving,

That never in eternity will part.

Strain not your chords on a song,

That has only words and tune;

For there is music that comes from the divine,

That will live forever long.

Drown not your breath in tears,

For the alchemy never meant to be,

For there is color and scent in nature's bosom,

That will bloom for you through the years.