no love

No moonbeams
No wine and roses
No whiff of perfume
No angry poses
No fire
No desire
No unexpected
Heavenly choir
No casual tread
Where angels dread
No spiteful e-mails
No scattered entrails
No strolling
No kisses
No gold ring
No missus
No firelight
No catfights
No lovebites
No delights
No former glory
No night of passion
No gruesome story
No bedtime ration
No only each other
No treasured melody
No tell her you love her
No unchanged threnody
No charming quirk
No pathetic berk
No trying to make it work
No I want to be your bloke
No love