No need to see the stormy skies,
No need to hear the muffled cries,
No need to care if passion dies,
Love is lost on blinded eyes.
No need to feel your inborn fears,
No need to cry your futile tears,
No need to speak when no one hears,
Love is lost on muted ears.
No need to relish ancient arts,
No need to taste the bitter tarts,
No need to know when care departs,
Love is lost on anguished hearts.
Trinka Powers - Copr. 1989
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