I sit alone and I wish for more than love
I can’t deny it, when it’s not enough
Though it fills my heart with much delight,
it is not all that makes all right
For how can love alone be plenty
if not shown in some form to me?
I crave the affection love does give,
the warmth of breath and touch, I live
and feel alive when being kissed,
as your warm lips are sourly missed
I cannot dream in your embrace
as the dream is that which I face.
When I look in your wonder-filled eyes
I feel like I won the big price
And though I never before may have told:
with you I’m feeling loved and hold