it’s going to be mature. I loved this poem so much that in college I made prints of it in print making class. I might even still have some of the prints.

The night has a thousand eyes

And the day but one.

Yet the light of the bright world dies

With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes

And the heart but one.

Yet the life of a whole life dies

When love is done.

- Frances William Bourdillon

ya’ll let me know if you want prints