One Thing's For Certain (From, Lost Song Poems)

One thing's for certain I'll have to go, For I've searched in vain For new love to grow; But nothing will befall The tears still come, Like the rain comes for all Though more eager for some. One thing will perish When true love disposes, What we hold and cherish Like bleeding roses; Anger and dissent My heart is mislead, If to hatred acquaint For it will then bleed. One thing I'll know That trust will progress, Like seed has to grow Before it's address; I'll open my arms And try to prevail, Though war only harms And makes love stale.