I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow
you walked away beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you a treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away.
- Poem by Robert Frost
Love is the only flower that
grows and blossoms Without
the aid of the seasons.
- Quote by Kahlil Gibran