Each day I'm filled with longing,
To hold you tightly in my arms,
But distance keeps me strapped,
To where I spend my aloneness.
Drifting, I am forever drifting,
Among dark, billowing clouds,
Yet closer to where you are,
Because of a very patient love.
But for how long could love,
Holds a drifting lonely heart,
So far away from its source,
Of continuing glow and throb?
But whether you're near or far,
Feel the warmth of my embraces,
Taste the passion of my kisses,
And trust the sincerity of my love.
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