What are we made of,
And what do we want?
Life is so short,
Happiness scant,
Always looking beyond the Stars,
Things are too close or maybe too far,
Like unstable mercury,
You cannot catch,
Love lingers on,
Of life the sole match,
You've got to win it,
And then, you'll know then,
That Love makes Life,
Start over again.
Sandra Feldman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-the-star/
