A sunset becomes a way of understanding loss in this short, quiet piece. The speaker watches the sun go down and feels their own love dimming at the same moment, as if the two are tied together. The comparison is simple, but it works: both light and love seem to fade without anyone being able to stop them.
From that sadness, the speaker draws a conclusion. Beautiful things don't last forever, yet their ending isn't the whole story, because something new comes after. The title, "Beautiful things comes," points to that hopeful turn, suggesting the poem is as much about arrival as it is about endings.
The mood is gentle and reflective, tinged with wistfulness but not despair. The speaker seems to be making peace with loss rather than fighting it. The plain wording and short lines add to this calm, accepting tone, and they leave the reader with the idea that an ending can also be a beginning.