In solitude, through endless nights I roam

Longing for your presence to call home.

Days stretch drearily without your grace,

Yearning for your warm embrace.

This bed feels foreign, devoid of your touch,

Separated by miles, missing you too much.

Enduring lonely nights, enduring days so bleak,

Dreaming of the moment our hearts will meet.

By moonlit rose mystique

From: United States