To Be Borne Without

Born without legs,
I cannot walk beside you on the grassy plains
Born without eyes,
I cannot steal a glance from your autumn gaze;
Born without tongue,
I cannot whisper soft nothings in your ear
Born without hands,
I cannot caress your sweet fragrant hair;
Born without these,
my life is full as long as I have your love
But born without fate,
I must be borne with nothing of