Where is everyone? Well, maybe this will help.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0I-790dGx-o
Now, heart aches:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T38iPZSoQaA
Where are our poets? Here is one of yore:
BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Live fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!
Sir Thomas More.
It was later developed into a song for his wife who was reclusive because her beauty had been ruined by small pox.
Will return later with the song.