But, too, there is something always lost. Each of us has our own obstacles to overcome in life. When we make mistakes, in love or life, we pay a price in the denomination called pain. This poem explores that price, in a haunting and beautiful way. There is a quiet strength in this poem, though shadowed by the pain.
Some people cry openly, and some hide their pain.
We are all born with a fear of death. It is only later, as we grow older, that we learn there are greater things to fear. The Ring Kristie Unconditional love is rare. Truly loving another person means being supportive of them - even when their life is in turmoil. When we give gifts freely to others, it often seems that they aren't truly appreciative.