You don't stop loving something   just because its dying, do you?   You keep on hoping it will live.      As when you first discovered   that your lover's lying to you,   and look for reasons to forgive.      When you see the fireworks fizzle,   hit the lake, and start to sizzle,   don't you wish for one last missile    to illuminate the sky? So do I.      Some people lead a crippled dream out back to shoot it   at the very first suspicion that it's lame.   Others let theirs limp along, although their legs aren't very strong   while there's a single, shaky step left in their frame.   You don't stop loving something   simply out of shame.      Although the laws of motion    don't just stop applying to you   and everybody comes to rest,   you don't stop loving something   just because it's dying, do you?   You press the clappers to its chest.      Turn the knobs and flick the switches   swear you'd give up untold riches   for a fusillade of twitches to uncannily occur.   Now watch it stir.