...beneath torrents of spring rain, buds come to life - and we do too, beneath torments of tears...

...you must never partly love or stop half way - because then, you become superficial and cannot be deeply hurt or loved...

...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...

...a passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna...

...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...