Release me from this torture
Of yr absence
I crave yr kiss
The solitude of abandonment is
Killing my soul
I want to feel caress of yr lips
Yr hands against my thigh
And my touch on yr heart beating within
I desire this on a shooting star
Where it goes, no one knows
But I dream of yr hands washing my eyes
With a silken cloth
Leaving no remains of my weeping
As you bathe me in rosewater