Lacking only you

My dear, your visits are too long apart.

And your stays so very very brief

They leave me such a heavy heart

That I can hardly bear my grief.

My villa here is lovely, so too is the weather,

The very silhouette of heav’n

With the fields of blooming heather,

And the verdure of my garden.

Let us lay beneath the stars and moon,

Dreaming of times past.

And pray that dawn will not come soon,

So that our night may last.

I need nothing more than to see your face

And my soul will be anew

Please visit me soon at this lovely place

Lacking only you.