When there is no need to speak or sigh

When there is no need to speak or sigh
When the loved one sees with a true eye
Then the art of living is restored
The world is seen anew ,no more abhored
But lovers  each grow old and  one will die
We cannot hide the truth or tell a lie
No more could we grow wings and hope to fly
We’re no angels nor a God adored.
How are we living?
The time moves on and humans can’t delay
Nor is God affected by dismay
Life is truth and humans can’t defraud
We must pay the price we can’t afford
Until we join the stars and need no more
The art of living