Love's a poor shelter, whatever you say, <br />The cover flaps in the wind, <br />rain gets in the ceiling, <br />Yet here we come to kindle <br />In a loving gesture or a glance <br />A little warmth beneath the hungry stars. <br /> <br />While overhead there stretches a vast sky, <br />stony, infinite, <br />And utterly indifferent to our brief ecstasy.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovers-4/
