Clad in the dark garment of night,
you walk into my dream,
wearing a diadem made of all the stars
I see in the night sky. Each one
of those countless sparkling gems
represents a single thought of my love for you;
Cupid gave it light to let you know,
I’m thinking of you; always.
How desperately I try to hold on
to each minute detail of your face—
and recall your loving words.
You are my passion; my longing;
my undying soul.
Where you are not, I cannot be.