The Storm Poem by blau dolch

The sun comes up in the the east, it sets in the west.
When you expect it the least, is when it's best.
It's all part of a cycle, life's wonderful cycle.
You win some, you loose some, then you loose some more.
But what are we doing all these things for?
For love, of course, for passion-endowed love.
And each person is a blessing from above.
The Storm shall pass I know,
One of these days, our faces will just
Glow, glow, glow...