| | To Love | |

 

 

To live yet not to love

Is nothing more than a setting sun

And a silent drum.

 

To live yet not to love

Is to be planted yet not to bud–

A war without cause.

 

To live yet not to love

Is, frankly, failure to live at all.

 

For what is life, if not with love?

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