Love and Its Losses

What tomorrows knows, it keeps to itself. What the future holds, may soon be dealt. When red skies fade, into seas of jade. We’ll just have to wait, to find what holds our fate. Whether we die, or maybe we sight, or maybe cry, or that our love will fly, Love and its losses, Have already costs us, What we cannot repay, In what it has taught us, What tomorrow knows, it keeps to itself. What the future holds, may soon be dealt. Whether my love grows, or either it whelps, I hope my love so far, has infinitely helped.