But a second

Absence of a tryst to love

Does not abandon thee

From amorous encounters

In a world of make-believe

Absence of a single thought

Wants not a lesser being

Yet, in time one cannot become

What one cannot see

For sight to some means knowledge

Powered by the mind

If one be blind, does it decry

To be of lesser kind?

Yet absence of a sense to some

Means stronger touch and taste

A life lived but a second

Is the kind one ought not waste.