Longing

Often when the days seem long,

I sigh, alas! for you,

Feel you near me,

And speak with you so.

In the cool mornings,

I awaken, alone with myself;

I feel our separation

And sigh, alas! for you.

I see your eyes gazing,

Full of love, at me,

Looking at me and resting

On me for a brief moment;

They leave me for the day,

But come back to me

When I cry out for you

Mutely and inwardly.

Grief and comfort from grief

Come from you;

Often when the days seem long,

I sigh, alas! for you.