How I long for you,
my sweetest thing.
Only your balm of love,
might ease the sting.
my sweetest thing.
Only your balm of love,
might ease the sting.
My trembling heart,
such a sweet affliction.
It’s the price I pay
for my new addiction.
No time that passes,
no distance travelled,
can make me whole.
I’ve come unravelled.
What have you done
to touch me so?
Might I beg a kiss
before you go?
Now, alone to think,
questions abound.
Have I lost myself?
Can I be found?
Much like a soldier,
I’ve often waited,
steadfast and bold,
for something fated.
A new day is dawning.
The hour draws near.
We break new ground,
my thoughts unclear.
This violence of affection
gives me pause for self reflection.