Love my darling,
Love to me holds a bittersweet taste,
With all the benefits of our lustful passion; as well the means of our divine obsession,
Our Love is a commodity I shalt not waste,

I embrace our Love as if it be mortal sin,
Even when dismembered, shattered, and torn from my very seems,
Oh, how I long to feel that Love again,

For you my Love, my heart remains as stone,
Waiting for Angel’s soft sweet lips, to set my silent veins to motion,
But until that time or place, my soul stirs restless bereft of grace,
And my only comfort in fettered emotion,

Oh, how I long to feel that Love again,

As my serendipity flows to listless dust,
My lonely heart trembles in despair,
Wallowing within my mournful sorrows,
Crying bedside, wishing you were there,

Without you I am no one,
But with you; no limits to what we could have done,

Oh, how I long to feel that Love again,

But do not look upon me, with cold winter showers,

For one day our paths shall cross again,
Beneath the pearly gates,
And on that day, I shall give you all my Love again