I yearn to love ones kiss,

to enforce a sweet time of bliss,

a sorrowful ache upon my heart

which leaves me to miss my lover's embark.

I swifly move on

to a trail of your thoughts,

where dreams are a blurr,

and love is a quarrel.

I laugh at it all,

because it seems so surreal,

where one can love me,

and i can ensure.