By JH Sayyar
If love were lost and beauty torn away,
What light would gild the mornings rise?
No blush of rose to warm the cheeks of day,
No stars to dance in lovers’ dreaming eyes.
The fields would pale beneath a waning sun,
And music loses its meaning, void of fire;
Each art would crumble, every song be done,
For none would sing who feel not love’s desire.
What joy is gold if hearts no longer yearn?
What worth has time if beauty finds no face?
The wheel of life would cease its gentle turn,
And the world sinks deep in cold disgrace.
Dear! Let not love nor beauty from us part—
They are the soul, the breath, the beating heart.
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