The winter has punished me.

But more than the winter, your absence has tortured me.
I remember when we entwined in bed for a whole night of love.

Now the nights are cold and I'm sorry to miss you.
Only a few messages on cellphone kill, bit by bit, the deep ache that I feel for miss you.

Would like to wrap you in my arms, kiss you on the neck and caressing, softly, your legs.
Into ecstasy on hearing your voice again.

But you're not here. you're far away.

The brightness of your eyes and your sweet smile always comes to my mind.
Your body's scent and taste of your lips make me tremble.

Wish you were here, at least for one more night.
Together for warm each other.

I'd like to stare into your eyes, at least for one more night.
and all other of our lives.

But you're not here. you're far away.

During this and perhaps other winters.

  "Marooned" by Pink Floyd