My love

My love, my love, my love,

Where would I be without, my love?

I would be a turtle without a shell.

I would be a small town without a bell.

I would be shallow, empty and artless.

I would be but a walking carcass.

My love, my love, my love,

Where would I be without, my love?

I would be heavy in a daze,

Ever trapped in a merciless maze.

I would be turbulent and ill-gotten,

Wherefore, my soul would be rotten.

My love, my love, my love,

Where would I be without, my love?

I would be Romeo without his Juliet.

I would be a musician without a clarinet.

I would be a prophet without a God.

I would be a magician without his rod.