The distance drains me
I need to be close to you
Nothing more I yearn for
Other than to grow old with you
Your purest touch
The caress of your hands
The warmth of your cuddle
Makes me wander to distant lands
The paradise of ardour
I turn into a weakling, staring into your eyes
Caught at the mercy of your charm
I lose my vigour in this paradise
It falls on me as rain from above
Whips my skin to shine
My feelings glow and kindle
Conscious that you are mine
If this were my last moment
To fathom all your charms
Embracing your love one last time
I would remain guarded in your arms.