Drifting into my sleepless slumber
I cannot help but often wonder;
When will I get to see you again?
Will we be lovers or will we be friends?
So while I doze off with a tear on my cheek,
I cling to the hope that I値l see you this week.
If not in a week or a month or a year,
I hope in my dreams you will keep me near.
And I値l hold you close as I did once before.
And cry, once again, as you walk out that door.
Then while we embrace, our fingers interlocked
I値l open my eyes to the sound of the clock.
And as my hand moves to comb back your hair,
A deep sorrow consumes me when you are not there.
No warmth from your breath, no taste of your lips.
No smell of your hair, No caressing fingertips.
No shine, no sparkle or glimmer in your eyes.
Neither pressing of hips nor entwining of thighs.
I awoke devoid of all of these things.
Not even an escape with newfound wings.
Then I could reach out to wherever you are,
Your eyes as my beacon, shining like the North Star.
And if I should die on this journey from harm,
I値l try ten more lifetimes till you池e in my arms.
I値l keep on trying, oblivious to all doubt.
For yours is a love I cannot live without.