I yearned for you last night, my beloved. My room was cold and unsettled, like my troubled soul. The wind was flapping my opened window, drops of rain were begging to infiltrate my isolation.
I ached for a cuddle from you, a wet smooch, a sparkling glimpse. This would be our last temptation.
I yearned for you last night, my beloved, and I called your name. The echo of an empty depression responded.
I tied my eyes resigning to your remembrances, my love.