It's not enough to have a life,
yet it lies at a dormancy still.
It's not enough to live one's life,
yet its whole reason's kept unfulfilled.

It's not enough to make one smile,
yet its not to be felt within the soul
It's not enough to make one laugh,
yet it's not bursting beyond control.

It's not enough to speak of love,
yet it never lets it come to the fore.
It's not enough to say you love,
yet it's not rooted within your core.

It's not enough to seek passion,
yet never give in to your desire.
It's not enough to have passion
yet it not burn as the blazing fire.

For I am but an empty shell,
except all these things be combined.
It's not enough to take my hand,
yet our souls not become intertwined.

- Lora Voyles
Southaven, Mississippi, U.S.A.