Staring at the ceiling,
As the moonlight peeps through my window,
I lay in bed, still…
And you appear, wrapping your arms around me
You lie over me,
My chest embraces your dreary face
And no sooner,
My solitary longing comes crashing, defaced.
They remain warm, lingers of your touch
They remain moist, soaked in your tears
Still stretched out, in reminiscence of your embrace
And these lips,
They still crave, that you’ve so fondly moistened.
What magic is this you provoke?
For your single smile, my all I’d gladly surrender
What life is this to call my own?
If my whole, to you, completely, I’ve not surrendered.