As I drink in your simple beauty,
I become more desperate for each gaze,
You are stunning elegance
And I continually crave your form.
As arid as any desert,
As barren as any wasteland,
As lost as any sailor marooned,
Without your love I roam, empty in the night.
Tortured, I despise our nightly sleep,
When side by side we lay,
But alone in slumber we stride,
Too cruel are these lost moments,
Separating you and me.
I mark each day we’ve shared,
And mourn its eventual passing,
A thousand flowers bloom,
In fields where our daily love dies.
As the moon gives way to sun,
And I wake to find you, tending to our son,
I drink in your simple beauty,
And become more desperate for each gaze.