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:WhatsAppTelegramPostMastodonEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Category: Poetry Previous Post: The Pomegranate Next Post: Next Post