Those of us from love long-lorn
Begin to see for what we're born.
Slowly we begin to learn:
All of us are here to burn.
Never envy the happy few--
"You cannot miss what you never knew."
Perhaps that's a lie.
But still say I:
Find your comfort, however slight.
Protect their love with the heat of your light.
Though perhaps some of us were born to be party glowsticks instead.