When he's far it feels like I'm sick
The breeze of love which blowsIt's from he that I know
The cologne he uses
All in my head it fuses
Yearning for his touch
Seeing through darkness with his torch
That, there, is the power of love
Which I definitely want to shove in me
Without bias, even if I compromise
The strength to go at length
Just for the one who I am willing
Even if it comes to stealing
You wonder what, it's my heart
So that in the end we don't get to part
©jummykay