Who knows

Do you know how it is to have a life with no love
Being full of love and feeling, but never finding the hand that fits your glove
Out of compromise you've made a life fooling yourself it's love, but live the lie that's cold
Wake up in separate beds
He does his and you do your separate days
Together but apart
An emptiness niggles and grows
What is love
Who knows
To love is to share
To share, is that not compromise
The circle completes
Better the devil you have come to abide
Knit your own gloves
Keep your love locked up inside