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: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Category: Poetry Previous Post: The Pomegranate Next Post: Next Post