Three days for by
too fast.
Faster than the sun rises
and sets,
it seems.
The night before,
brings me to tears
as I hug you,
forgetting to be glad
you are here now,
not that you will
be gone tomorrow.
Though, tomorrow,
it will hurt.
An emptiness
in my stomach
will ache.
So why tonight
must I cry too?

Ah, that is for
love.

I cry when my
arms are around you
and your head lays on mine
for the beauty of love.
I cry when I play
with your fingers
and tell you
"you're perfect"
because of this
tragic ecstasy
called love.
I cry when you say
I'm a beautiful and
strong woman
for love.
When you are here
or when you're gone,
I love you.
States away and
months away,
I love you.

So the night before,
while your  body
is near,
I cry and hug you.
Tomorrow,
while your body is far,
I will cry, too
simply
because
I love you.