Where have you gone, my love?
I cannot see or hear you near.
You are so very far.
Can we get back from this? From here?
We used to breathe each other in,
Inhaling every look and smile.
And is it now hiding within?
Or has it left us for a while?
“It” being love, exhilaration,
An all-consuming lust and passion.
For others, there was no temptation.
It was reality, not fashion.
I mean, it “is,” not “was,” but “is.”
It is my life, my love, my glory.
I want it here and I want this
To be my only life-long story.
How do I get you back, my dearest?
Where and how far can I now go?
I will search wide and also nearest.
We will feel love once again flow.