Out of my heart, one treach'rous winter's day,
I locked young Love and threw the key away.
Grief, wandering widely, found the key,
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Love and grief. perhaps they cannot live apart. Perhaps they are live batteries who only function with positive and negative charges. Love sometimes become acquainted with grief; and love is always the one who rescues.
One word is not enough to describe the reaction. As the ocean so the poem!
Grief and love are, perhaps, inseparable twin. Great.