My arms wrap around you.
I am smothering, suffering alone,
Wondering what I would do without you.
In a sceptical moment, you brush past me,
As fresh as the morning dew.

Telling me stuff that lay beneath me,
A waking life in a still dream.
Under that particular mound and that particular tree,
Where I touched your soul
And was finally free.

The caresses of your gentle hand.
The sparkle in your beady eyes,
Was the philtre of the most outlandish brand.
And all seemed like the heavens had,
For me planned, a scheme too grand.

You, my love spoke in an amiable moo
Words that my ears couldn't hear.
A life with emotions too few,
A gushing hollowness in the heart of life,
Leaving me wondering, what will I do without you