A Wonderous Virtue

I have had my heart torn to pieces From inexplicable pain and devotion, Sown seeds of trust and reaped distrust, I have gardened it, in dry stormy deserts and in green plains, And garnered nixes as deserved and underserved, I have grown fonder in loneliness, yet attached, Earned pain and immortal reminiscence, I have had mine broken, as I may have broken others, Reaped a share of emotional intoxication, I have let my passion flow, into bottomless pits, Yet, in all this madness, I find no wondrous virtue, Than to love, be it in the rains or in the suns, Inconsiderate of its start or its end.