If Not For Love

If not for love, who would be kissed? Romance itself would not exist. A billion songs would not be penned And poetry would have an end. The arts that we enjoy right now, Would fade away in time somehow - For who would sculpt and who would paint Without the patience of a saint? And what's a saint without a heart That's full of love it would impart? If not for love, no child would smile. No queue would stand in single file. No please, no thanks or God bless you! No promise kept, no credit due, No holding hands or soft caress, No hope, no peace, no happiness, No fervent prayer would reach God's Throne... We would feel lost and so alone... The world would spin and time would pass, But life would be a foolish farce... Not one of us would find life safe Without strong heroes to be brave. We know that emptiness within Brings apathy that leads to sin. There comes a parting of the ways - There always is, if no-one prays... If not for love, no rose would grow, Because each rose would somehow know If love had died, what use to live? For who would buy and who would give? If love left Earth and we lived on, How soon before we sensed it gone? An hour, a day, a week or more? To tell the truth, I'm not quite sure! For no-one wants to hold my hand Or kiss my lips as I had planned... In fact, upon my funeral... I wonder who would care at all...