Tasking myself to write a happy poem,
at first I feel only despair.
Foolishness, selfishness, and hatred
far outweigh the good in this world,
and that seems impossible to change.
But then, I think of you, my love,
and while I know our love is but a small thing
compared to the great evils being done,
still it makes me hopeful.
Love is truly the balm that heals us
and makes everything else worthwhile.
And because of it, if given the opportunity,
I'd gladly accept my portion of suffering
to again share my life with you.