I long for the day
of your tender embrace,
With my head meeting your shoulder,
and yours meeting mine,
As I inhale the aroma of your hair,
Grasping it with tender subtlety.
I embrace your soothing warmth,
This warmth which rekindles a certain spark in my heart,
This warmth which is the most warming in its serenity.
I turn to you, and peer into the night sky that is your eyes,
Pausing for the chance to perceive the ironic complexity
of your simple smile,
and become mesmerized in your soft chuckle.
I long for this day,
This day I await with empty motivation,
This day I regretfully acknowledge as a fictional reality,
This day that will never come.
This day I hate to long for.