Because she loved, she gave herself away.
She loved so deep that she held nothing back –
And hour upon hour, day on day,
She tried to supplement the other’s lack.
It’s true that love’s an ocean; even so,
The water must flow both ways, to and fro,
Or else we just run dry and find one day,
The water that we sent has burned away.
Which is exactly what she came to find.
And it would have been sadder, save for this:
That a new other sent her love in waves,
And gradual refilling was a bliss.
For sad the life of love is, unreturned,
And grand the life of love is, when we know,
That value is a thing that is best learned
Once we have been without
Or watched it