Always Home By The Night

You are always home by the night

I can feel your presence

I can smell your presence

I can hear the thumping of your chest

 

In the cold night

I feel your warmth

The heat rising from burning fire

Kindled from the burning passion

 

Where do you go in the morning?

When I wake up you are already gone

You cannot be home in the day light

What do you love so much about the night

 

Yester night you came home

Kissing me like you bidding farewell

I held you tight; all night

Hoping I will not lose you by the morning

 

In the dawn I could feel your presence

In the morning I woke up alone

You had already fled in the twilight of sunrise

Where do you really go in the morning?