At first to act
You have to feel;
Thats how we knew
That love was real —
When wishes made of time
Spread out
And we had little
(Any) doubt —

But time slows down
And some ways, stops:
As new hope rises,
Old hope drops
And we are left
Disturbed; unsure
Of source of malady,
Or cure.

Yet winter teaches
If we see —
Relationships
Have symmetry:
The order all
That’s changed, in fact —
  At last, to feel
  We have

  To act