When you go, if you go, And I should want to die, there's nothing I'd be saved by more than the time you fell asleep in my arms in a trust so gentle ….

Poetry is partly sympathy, don't you think? If it's any good, it gets people to think about others' points of view..

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder..