I long to see your face, right close to mine
To gaze in your eyes and guess our fate
To hold your hands or let you hold, mine
To put my own soul, for you in a plate.
I long to spool your hair on my finger,
To wait for your smiles, whenever they come,
To feel all of me, next to you, how I linger,
To pretend that we're slow dancing at prom.
I want to be there, when you finish a poem
And I hope you'll be running straight to me
Showing all your rhymes and thoughts that are flowing
From your brilliant mind, that the world have to see!
Then I feel the bright light, interrupting this image
Cause again the clock, 12 times it had struck!
It is midnight, my friend, and I've always had bare feet
Tangled in the pillows of my living room couch
I was reading your poem and I think, I dozed off,
As I waited for my pumpkin muffins to bake
I laughed at myself with a bit of a cough
Nothing has burnt, perhaps, only my heart.