Pain.

compared to the love on high
human love is merely
the tiniest fragment ever
the most laughable parody

loving, leaving and yet
not being able to say why
not being able to explain
maybe not even a goodbye

still it must happen
although it doth burn
the gates must be sealed
for there is still much to learn

the one comfort
alleviating all that i bear
is that in my heart i know
He is now and forever there

all these i count but loss
burying them with my pride
so that there may be spring there
and He is glorified.