Life Is Nothing Without Love
Though of down may be your pillow,
And most sumptuous be your bed,
All your dreams will be unhappy,
Unless Love sits at your head.
Though your table may be loaded,
With rich viands e’er be spread;
All will be most flat and tasteless,
Unless Love shall break the bread.
Though you travel o’er creation,
Have all things that you demand;
Nothing meets your expectation,
Unless Love does by you stand.
Though you dwell in gorgeous palace,
Even though you may be king.
All is vanity, and joyless,
If sweet Love is on the wing.