One week without you is like a month without sunshine or shelter.
One week without your voice is like a year without the sound of music, or birds, or rain and thunder.
One week without you is a week without sleep, for my heart knows no rest, and my nights give no peace.
One week without your love and my days are empty of beauty;
One week without speaking with you is like years alone in the wilderness or a deserted island; I may talk with people on the streets, my soul has no communion.
One week without you is like years in a prison; my soul knows no freedom.
One week without you in my life is like no life at all!
