The sun dost pass through the sky in the blink of an eye;
‘Tis but the foreshadow of the cometh of my foe.
If only it would stay a bit longer,
My sorrows might there be forgotten;
For restless I lie staring into the darkness,
Loneliness creeping over me,
The single bright orb taunting amidst much duller twinklings,
A dim reminder of what once was and is yet to be.
Yet if you, my sweet, were with me presently,
Worries would vanish and glee would fill my heart,
But nay, only more solemn nights can be foretold.
Only a fortnight since your departure,
And yet I yearn for you dearly.
Endless summer, whilst thou not pass by in a glance?
May pure and fullsome joy be upon thee,
No matter the bittersweet taste that might fill my mouth.
A safe and resolute return be blessed to thee,
For I shall be waiting for our delicious reunion.