The Empty Cell Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A little light, it needs a spark,
To shine its brightest in the dark.
A battery, a busy friend,
Gives all it has, until the end.

But if no juice, no fresh supply,
Its power fades, it starts to die.
No longer bright, no steady hum,
Its giving days have all gone numb.

So love, like power, needs to flow,
A gentle give, a vibrant glow.
If all is given, day by day,
And nothing comes to light the way,

The heart grows weary, thin, and weak,
A silent ache, it cannot speak.
The well runs dry, the song is done,
When love's own race is lost, not won.