There’s no passion in your eyes, no fire to justify the folly of my feelings
There’s no warmth in your body, no comfort
absorbed when I hold you close
There’s no smile on your lips, no motivation
to ply this vague journey called “Romance”
There’s no wonder in your thoughts, no
surprises to keep the suspense alive
There’s no magic in your touch, no reaction to
change my life status
There’s no fragrance from your skin, no reason
to come close to you again
There’s no melody in your voice, no cause to
break this ghastly silence
There’s no beauty in you, no reason to look
your way when boredom clinches my soul
There’s no rhythm in your gait, no reason to
walk beside you
There’s no spark in your kiss, no stimulus to
bring on the goose bumps
There's no joy in your presence, no fulfillment
in your appearance
There’s no absence in your absence, perfection
was missing when you came in
In the end I realize there’s no love for you
