Theory of the Day

What I want is pointless

What I see is senseless

If my words are oft lost

To whom I love the most

For angels will fall

If love is absent to all

For heaven will be empty

 If hate is all but plenty

The sun will never rise

 If tomorrow is no surprise

The air will be quiet and still

 Without laughter to fill

The oceans will run dry

 Without our tears and cry

The flowers will never bloom

 Without a bride and a groom

The sky will be gray and pale

 Without a woman in a veil

For life can never be born

 Out of darkness and scorn

For we have to seize each day

Pray that love will never betray

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