WITHOUT:

The fruit is not the fruit, without its stone,

The moon without its stars shines all alone,

The whisper without breath falls on deaf ear,

The heart without feeling produces no tear.

 

The plant without its seed, is never the bloom,

The bird without its wing sadly misses its plume,

The voice without its song, sidesteps all its joy,

The maiden without love, really misses her boy.

 

The step without its dance turns merely to a plod,

The brain without its learning, converts into clod,

The word without the action, is a promise ill made,

The lips without the smile, is merely sulky & staid.

 

Then we come to, you without me & me without you,

Merely turns our lives, into long days to get through,

And my heart without yours, is no happy place to be,

I know, life without the loving, can never-ever be free.