We Looked Out Into the Fading Day

Clouds roll into every couple's life. Everything gets hidden - the planets, the shooting stars - nearer home, even fireflies go unseen.   The worst is when love's clear skies get hidden. Love goes blind, it flounders.   The importance is, of course, not in the clouds - because pain will come, scars will happen. The question always is - what overwhelms and what prevails.