Every day,
I think of you,
Every way,
I know how to.
Sometimes I will
picture your face;
Sometimes I still
feel your embrace.
In the morning,
your sweet kisses,
my heart mourning
as it misses.
Just after noon,
I miss your smiles,
knowing they prune
all the world’s viles.
And towards night,
my heart quickens,
and all is right,
as lust thickens.
