Everytime I close my eyes, in my sleep you visit me, my dear!
You whisper softly, sweet nothings, with a sigh you then caress my ears,
Your touch so sure in its need it speaks, your kiss so deep it sears,
My heart it beats on wondering about, when this shall end and you won't be here,
When my body will waken, these eyes will seek a reality in which you'd be gone; I fear.
These thoughts with trembling hands I note when
slumber is past and I've woken to a reality that is severe,
Seperated from my reverie, our desires incomplete,
You are there and I am here,
Our bodies suffused for moments but few,
To an unquenched thirst I must adhere.