I take the liberty of reproducing the work of Irish poet Oscar Wilde.
As oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.
And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.
But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.
This poem touched me , because this great piece of poetry is relates to my life. Mr Wilde, the only thing thats different is that my memories are not barren, thought they are minute.
If you are asking the question to me , than my answer would be ... NO ! Even though those reckless winds have destroyed the meadows, the minuscule memories will cherish my life. May be you never "part and go". It just that physical entity is non existent, but you can always enjoy the memories.