Tonight I lie alone, empty and cold as stone,
My heart aches as all full hearts do.
Aches for your benevolent warmth beside me,
Longs for your breath to dance with mine own.
Every night out of your reach, agony becomes my friend,
I must have you safe in my arms
Else I slip into cold, pure loneliness, my heart an abyss.
A day without you is a day without the Sun,
A night without you is Moonless,
The curtains of night drawn shut and the pinholes sewn up.
I give you gifts and shower you with my love,
My love I do this for you, expectant of nothing.
You give me presents with your presence alone,
Though selfless you are-a gift I must give back.
Without you I am empty and lifeless, no smile or warmth.
But when you leave my arms and go home,
I stare into the dark robes of night.
What I see are those pinholes, glimmering bright.
Hope shines in each star, pure life
And as those curtains open, pouring fourth light,
I realise no man, woman or being has what I have.
My very own Star of hope.
My heart is its dwelling, locked forever safe.
To free it will be hard, my downfall.
But locked it is for now, and together safe.