All your tears are pearls
but they will never
be enough or beautiful
to pay for this desire.

Nothing worth having is
bought without pain,
as you can bet Eve said
right before 'bite this'

But some things
there's nothing
you can exchange for

Nor work nor sorrow
will buy you a summer
or a star in its course

You can only give such things
what joy and sadness you have for them,
drown regret
in that sea of pearls.
And live