Live without Love

     To live without love

is like flying with a dove,

and looseing your wings.

Life becomes about things,

you loose sight of life

as it all turns to strife.

You loose your way

and hate makes you pay.

     To live without love

is like an empty glove

the pourpose is there

but with no one to share.

Your lost and alone 

light through the window once shone

but the darkness fills the air

she moves on but its not fair

you remember her touch

Her laugh and smile and such

     To live without love 

is to live in a momory 

of when it was there.