I need,
And so am found to be wanting,
For the fact of simply not having
My love, my dear, my sweet,
My friend, my heart, and ever lovely
Darling and only. My No.1 queen.
I am ever alone
Who have I to defy this aching
In my soul

Besides you?
It's you who moves me to create
To dance, to pluck strings, to paint,
To act upon my inner desires
And pull out your love-song and satiate
Without pause. To inquire
Your body, heart and mind
And care for them for as long as I
Live.

But without you near I
Have been found wanting
And incomplete.
Impatient to meet
And quench my being
On all that you offer to me
And present you my overflowing
Love that longs only
For thee.