In the Spirit of Whitman

What you can love, you can hurt, What you can see, you can be, Don't let your dreams hang like the dark clouds in the sky with no emotions they just cry, like waterfalls in the night. What you can love, you can hurt, a heartless soul will be found, while you keep holding on to the one you lost in my eyes. Is it true that love stings? Or does it burn with delight?