One Thing's For Certain Poem by Peter S. Quinn

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.