– Love to be loved.
It is a deep longing I have these days,
to hold her in my arms
to kiss her soft lips.
There is something settling about love,
maybe knowing that finally I have found the one,
the one who loves me back
the one who listens and remembers.
Desire. It drives me the distance.
Beauty. Outward beauty never lasts – intrinsic beauty does.
               to hold her tightly in my arms,
               she knows I think about us all the time,
               – maybe I am obsessed about love
One of these days I will tell her.
Tell her of all the plans I have for us,
For our happiness . . .
             The world only sees external beauty,
             but no one knows her like I do . . .
             – maybe I am obsessed with love
Now that I know she too wants me
It drives me the distance.
Time well spent is late nights with her.
It is a deep longing I have these days,
            Love to be loved, all my affections –