Two Isles, A Longing.

The nights, colder and dark,

A play of pillows and soft blankets.

All the more is there for me to yearn.

My arms should be the one around you, neither wool nor cotton.

For what bliss there is in mind;

To find you close to my heart,

To hear that every beat,

To feel you just as your every breathe.

The morning is a wait for me,

Tomorrow, I’ll spite the real meaning of missing you.

In everyday I’d wake up,

Too long, I’d wonder. You'll be beside me, not too soon.