Your gentle touch, I miss so much,
Like a cloud on my skin,
When you are gone, I watch the dawn
And dream from within.
Falling in a swoon, the setting moon
Kisses the high places
Of the rolling hills, flush with chills
Leaving simply traces.
Luscious landscape, your human shape,
Ever present in my eyes,
Draped in clouds, far from the crowds,
Ignorant of my sighs.
Upon your return, we will both burn,
With a passion unknown
To mortal man, just us two can,
Feel how far we have grown.
Eyes looking down, as with a crown,
The regal moon doth approve,
Intense desire, as if on fire,
There’s nothing more to prove.