In-between thy waking hours and sweet sleep,
May thee know, I'll always crave thee near.
Like a Shepherd doth crave nearing his sheep
Or like an ardent drinker to his beer.

Despite for our love was but love in vain,
You're like the cat that ate the canary.
But may thee know for I was but a swain,
Thus my love, safe grains in a granary.

In my heart, thee perdurably linger
Despite having thee back is but forlorn,
To no other lady I'll point my finger
But long for thy love, every night and morn.

So, in-between thy sleep and waking hours,
May thee know my love shall never sour!



©Kikodinho Alexandros
17th September 2016