Every day it must happen
The sun sets on Love
The last desperate screaming gleams of light
Lifeless office buildings surrounding the scene
People completely blind to the struggle of Love
Shrill cackles of delight despite it all
People coming home to sleep by Love
With the blowing wind, Love gets cold and wet
Love is always there when the sun sets
Good thing it is still there when the sun rises
By Ryan 
Wonderful! Love is everything.
Indeed it is. And the rest is the rest.