When wounding has no flesh to bleed,
it festers with unrest and strain.
When aching has no form to need,
it fondles what it cannot gain.
When sorrow has no tears to shed,
it dies away, and leaves remorse.
When desire has no want to wed,
it feeds itself with carnal force.
When restrain has no binds to free,
it holds the weight of wary gaze.
When passion has no eyes to see,
it fades to black, ‘ere nothing stays.