I sit, yearn for you.
Steal my breath, I beg of you.
Heartache. Missing you.

say you love me, then
back with that pretty woman
you always end up

i wait for you

with open arms.
arms that ache so sore
in hopes to feel you just once more
through scorching day and ever cruel night

for centuries i’ll wait.
or millennia, for i don’t want to be free, don’t want to
rest, not ‘till here you hold me

yes, my love,
only you i wait for, and here i wait
until the light steals me, too.