I creep in the night, yet I yearn for the day

The love that I feel is so far away

I see she’s safe in her silver and lace

But I wish for her here, for I need her embrace

The sweet scent of jasmine flows through the air

When my beauty is dancing, bereft of a care

Her voice is so soothing, like sand to the feet

Her touch, so congenial and full of receipt

The sunlight of day with to damage my eyes

The moonlight of night fails to brighten the skies,

But my beauty is perfect, a luminous love

Her light is as brilliant as whitest of doves

In Spring we’d stroll through the freshly sprung rye

In fall we’d watch leaves as they fell from the sky

My cold Winter breath seeps not through her hold

My love, like the heat of the Summer, is bold

In the midst of her presence, time seems to stand still

As I watch from the peak of a rolling green hill

Each moment is restless, ignoring the sky,

And not do I notice that clouds still roll by

Off in the distance: a tempest of wind

The dark mass would augment as lightning begins

The flocculent clouds turn to jagged and torn

As the darkness produces a turbulent storm

A violent tornado ripped through the dead hills

The warm Summer breeze replaces with bleak chills

Broken and shattered, twisted and torn,

We drifted apart in the eye of the storm

Our romance grew dull as a river runs dry

Not so much as a drop to moisten my eye

As the love of my life fell distant and cold

Through the rye of my mind we still strolled