Surely as cometh the Winter, I know There are Spring violets under the snow.

Mistakes remember'd are not faults forgot. - Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr),

Welcome, maids of honor, You doe bring In the spring, And wait upon her.

Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.