I sometimes wonder what my life would be If I had never loved you, what the cost Of loving you has been, will be to me When sight of you and sound of you is lost. For not again will there be quiet content, Knowing whatever comes, the best is gone; Always there will be memories that dent The peace of night before the break of dawn. Each day will be a husk of what could be If you were there -- a feast with only crumbs, Each dawn reveal a drear eternity, For without love tomorrow never comes. Would peace, contentment be a boon to me Whose heart has known one day of ecstasy? |