since_there's_no_help Death of a Rose Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part- Nay, I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes, -Now if thou would'st, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. Michael Drayton (1563 - 1631) . 040901 ... IGG come let us kiss and part. i studied this poem, it's sweet. 060227 ... *Amy* I realized there`s no help, but neither there won`t be ever. we are individuals,and we all have problems. we all are so focus on live our lives, that all we can do when we have problems is try to resolve them on our own, nobody can be in our minds, i`t`s sad,but true. we`re all alone, always, all our lives, and we have to live it the way we want,because everybody does that. it`s ok, we cannot live for other or resolving the problems others have. good trip! 060227 ... Ouroboros you_do_it_to_yourself 060227 what's it to you? who go blather from