My eyes are starved,
Of your sun-burnt face.
My arms are starved,
Of your warm embrace.
My heart is starved,
Of your loving affection.
My soul is stirred,
By a strange apprehension.
Something is most wrong,
Though I know not, what and how,
Has it been, I oft wonder, too long?
Are you already forgetting me now?
Cold are you, though I myself am yearning,
The fire in me, for you, still burning.