Missing You

I hurt with the sharp pain of aching love,

My body aches in its dark depression.

Not for the love lost as one might think of,

But for the love I want in discretion.

I oft’ wish I’d not perceived your beauty,

For I have been drunk from desire since then.

Strengthened and weakened by your love, I see,

I’ve lost track of time in my thoughts of sin.

What we had was real in its own season,

My depth of love for you has not wavered.

I guess all things happen for a reason,

For me our time’s always sweetly savored.

     I’d rather travel through this world alone,

     Than be without the love to me you’ve shown.