I am in despair trying to halt the drip of the sands of time,
Every ounce of love I have is thine,
If your love has gone, I missed its departure.
Are your passions for me waning?
Your warm bear hugs seem so distant.
O how foolish am I, as I know you are true,
Your eyes tell me firmly so,
No wonder I feel so close to you,
Love is mutual, never solo.
If you were to so much as breathe my name,
I would fly to you like Eros' arrow.
I am waiting for you, my love, hour by lonely hour,
You the one with the iron Will, you hold all my power.
