Should the sun forget to rise today, and
should the stars remain alight, I would not
be dismayed to sit and dwell within the
night, for under blackness once we met.
Speak they of love as if for morning lives
and lovers arms for afternoons exist.
Yet you and I both know the truth that is:
that love and pain must th’other assist.
For, lacking one we not the other know
and leaving one behind we fail to see
that without hurt, love cannot grow
and without love, pain does not feel
Just as the stars were made for nighttime,
So too were you made for me, darling.