How heavy the days are. <br />There's not a fire that can warm me, <br />Not a sun to laugh with me, <br />Everything bare, <br />Everything cold and merciless, <br />And even the beloved, clear <br />Stars look desolately down, <br />Since I learned in my heart that <br />Love can die.<br /><br />Hermann Hesse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-heavy-the-days-2/
