Growing love is always best,
Extremity laid to rest;
Birds have flown from the nest,
Will you likewise leave?

Raindrops counted before dry,
Fallen pearls from cloudy sky;
I keep asking myself why,
All this worldly grief.

Rainbows colors of beyond,
My love is to yours now bound;
What was lost is forever found,
Stand by your belief.

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/30-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/