Without her life is to me
Music to a deaf man
A crimson sky to a man born blind
Spoken words to a mute
Unfulfilled longing
The undying desire for the unattainable
Feeling the wind in your hair as you sprint to the lame
Beautiful poetry to an illiterate
The desire to gather the stars in my hand
And set them in the blackness of my heart
To breathe in the peace of the ocean
And hold it in my troubled soul for but a moment
Life to a dead man
Without her life is to me