In the dead of the night when the monsters are asleep
When the dew drops on the roof seem muffled and weak
When the night insects around me silence themselves
And the coldness engulfs me casting its spell

I lay prostrate in the darkness mimicking the night
A calmness on the outside but a cold turmoil inside
I want to gaze upon your angelic face
And kiss your lips full of wonders and grace

My mind is tormented because you are not here
The dreams have departed and now my soul is laid bare
I call out to you hoping the dreams would reappear
I need you within me I need you like air

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