Senseless

I stand in front of starry night
With eyes that do not see
But hear others express delight
At what’s hidden from me

I have in hand a deep red rose
Whose scent escapes from me
I glance around and envy those
Who do inhale with glee

And Aphrodite lays bear and pure
But touch her I can not
And fruitless yearnings I endure
As others have their lot

The meaning of life told to all
But I don’t hear a sound
Others rejoice to hear this call
But I am lost not found

I hold sweet wine from Zeus’ cup
Made of purest fruits
But mouth sewn shut I can not sup
Whilst others fill their boots.

But all the joys and all the fun
i lack from the above
I know that i have truly won
when you give me your love.