Posted on October 11, 2006 by Nik No Comments Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise. All the rain of heaven may fall into the sea — without love, not one drop could become a pearl. Share this thing: Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Post Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading... Category: Poetry Previous Post: The Pomegranate Next Post: Next Post