It's to be expected
A bit of late night bad poetry:
Without you here
I fall into sleep
Searching for you
In my dreams
Longing to find you
You fall into my arms
And I shudder so.
Asleep and impassioned.
I awake in the sunlight
With the sweet taste
Of you on my lips
And I bask in delight
Your sweet memories
Surrounding my being
Burrowing in my heart
You linger about me
Going into the day
With you on mind
I live as never before
Longing to have you.