Without

How could one such as I bear to live Without Passion for even a moment?

Without the very Flame of Life itself

Without shimering Moments of purest Joy

Without loss of Light or the Darkness in Shadows

Without Grace in the Sunrise or Ecstacy at the setting Sun

Without Love's Thundering Waves

Without Angers Cruel Embrace

Without the Shattering and Mending of the Fibers of my Soul

To live Without Passion

To Rend the very Heart of Life itself

How could one such as I bear the memory of Life Without Passion?