Grief is Love with no place to go
It floats on clouds up high,
it makes no sound, is never seen,
so far and yet so nigh.
Grief is Love with no place to go,
it rides the foamy crest
of oceans vast, it bubbles up,
In motion, never rest.
Grief is Love with no place to go,
it deals the heart a blow,
it turns and twists in agony,
there’s nowhere left to go.
Grief is Love with no place to go
yet true love never dies,
it’s everywhere where you are, too:
all you need is close your eyes.
Ciò che non ci uccide ci rende più forti
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger
Great poem, it hits hard.