No longer can I taste

No  countenance, no   face,no smile no joy.

Without your face the world’s an arctic waste.

How can I my need to love employ ?

No countenance no face no smile no joy.

I cannot play, the world is not my toy.

I swallow food, no longer can I taste.

No countenance no face no smile, no joy

Without your  love, the world’s an arctic waste