My Beloved: So Far; So Near. Poem by daa Pacifyr

IF SHE WAS SITTING, GRACEFUL AS ALWAYS;
WITH HER EASY SMILE, PLAYING ON HER SOFT LIPS;
AND A WORD OF KINDNESS, ON HER LIPS FOR EVERYONE.
THEN NOTHING WOULD PLEASE ME, THAN THAT SHE WAS INDEED HAPPY;
AND IN THAT, DO I FIND MY OWN HAPPINESS;
OH THAT THE FAIR ONE BE UNTO NONE BUT ME.

LET US NOT SPEAK OF DISTANCE, SHE IS A BIITCH;
THIS WE KNOW, AND NEED NOT SAY MORE;
THE DAYS PASS BY; I CRAVE YOUR GENTLE TOUCH;
BUT IN THE MEMORIES OF US, SPENT IN EACH OTHERS ARMS;
IN THOSE PRECIOUS MOMENTS, I FIND COMFORT;
OH THAT TIME AND FATE BE NOT SO CRUEL TO ME.

ON LONELY NIGHTS, I LAY ON MY BED STARGAZING;
ON COLD NIGHTS, LONGING FOR THE WARMTH OF YOUR ARMS;
ON SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, THOUGHTS OF YOU HAUNT ME;
WAKING UP 4AM, WISHING FOR THAT GOODBYE KISS;
SLEEPING OUT OF BOREDOM OR OUT OF LONELINESS;
OH THAT MY BELOVED WAKE ME UP WITH A KISS.

EACH DAY I PRAY, TO WHOEVER IT IS THAT LISTENS;
THAT AS I SLEEP, MY SOUL TO KEEP;
AND IF I DIE, MY SOUL TO ACCEPT;
AND THAT IN THE NIGHT AND IN THE DAY;
ALWAYS AND FOREVER;
OH THAT THE FAIR ONE SMILE AS SWEETLY; AS EASILY.