Each day, longing for love, sincere,
Yearning for a glimpse of you, clear.
A silent hope, perhaps,
For the day our fingertips touch, the world will collapse.
My heart can no longer endure,
Knowing your warmth is forbidden, so sure.
Stealing your intoxicating scent, so high,
For I would drown till I no longer breathe, whispering goodbye.
Watching from afar, waiting all gloom,
For the day fate entwines our doom.

© eyabenslimen