Love remembers

All flesh is grass.

So too is reason, passion and memory.

Poems and songs are like bright flowers that bloom in the field.

Grass withers.

Flowers fade when the chill of time blows upon them.

A wind passes by and they are no more.

The Tanakh tells us that steadfast love endures.

Even when the grass grows over the field of loss,

Love remembers,
From eternity to eternity.