When will you come, o my love?

To wipe my tears.

To ease my pain.

To lay with me deep in the night.

To share your body in all its glory.

To love me.

To let me love you.

Let your lust be mine.

And mine to be yours.

As we ravish each other many times over.

And lay holding each other in the afterglow of our passion.

When, o my love, when?

Have I seen you yet?

Have we passed one another, ships in the  night?

Have I felt your touch, only to lose it?

Will I feel it again?

Or have I yet to look upon your face.

Come to me, my love, soon.

Call my name and I will answer.

Our fingers intertwined as I kiss your lips.

Forever.