Here is a beautiful poem by Rilke, who never ceases to inspire me:
Look, I know there are those
who never learn to walk the paths
that lead people to each other.
Rather, they experience an opening
into a suddenly breathable Heaven.
A never-ending flight
through love’s thousand years night.
Invariably they all smile,
already crying with joy.
Invariably they all cry,
already full of eternal joy.
Don’t ask me
how long they continue feeling. How long
can one see those ascending toward Heaven?
Perhaps inexpressable Heaven
is invisible
even to our inner landscape.
Destiny is something else. Destiny makes people
visible. Standing like towers. Falling.
But lovers continue
beyond their own destruction
eternally forth; and there is no exit
out of the infinite. Who retreats from
eternal joy?