Acrostic Valentine Poem

H appiness is not a tended rose
A mid the prescient beauty of a garden:
P erhaps one senses soon some gate may close;
P erhaps one senses soon the earth will harden.
Y ears come and go like waves upon a shore,

V iolent or peaceful with the wind.
A fter one has given up on more,
L ove waits within the heart, its passion thinned.
E ven in a passage void of light,
N ether windings black with rage and grief,
T here are waters sweet with lost delight
I n which one finds a strong, serene belief.
N o happiness can overcome life's pain
E xcept one love, and love give life again.