PSemantiacE

Another life

As thought a gentle touch to the shoulder,

As thought a soft whisper to the ear,

I long for you, my lover:

reducing single tear...

Your image from heaven

looks shear, blurry, distant, cold;

to forget you I can not afford.

My love for you is more than gold

 

Leave me now

But stay forever

Hold me in your loving mind.

 

Love is far,

Trust even farther

Length of infinite segments apart

You and I

Will come together 

After

Later

But not now.