To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.
Our purpose is to grow up and become love
Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.