Without Love
Without love
words stumble
the day begins with a headache.
Hands grasp
but come up empty
and the heart is burdened
with the disquiet of unseen servitude.
Without love
nights are numberless
and never enough
but with love
the day never ends.
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Truer words never spoken my friend
I second that
Love this
with the disquiet of unseen servitude
Like especially the sounds in this line.