I cannot sleep but I can only think of you.
Three days in a row I had difficulty in terms of sleeping on my own.
Like every time I close my eyes,
No power of sleep is cursing inside.

As the tick of the clock suffice,
Your warmth is the nearest comfort I realize.
And the cloud nine scent of your youth
Makes me crave for more of the truth.

It is 11:32pm and I can't still feel
How your broad arms heal
My deepest darkest dream
Like nobody's realm

And now, I'll try to hug my pillow
And cuddle the idea of billow
Beneath starts of forever sorrow
That you will never follow.

As I fell asleep, my dear.
How can you not pamper me like this?