As long as you’re next to me, I’ll always feel warm;
Even now in the mist of this terrible storm.
Your body would meet with mine, in innocent touch,
You’d kiss the back of my neck, but not too much.
Your sobering embrace, says that the world is well,
Brightening the skies, no matter how grim or fell.
Softer than babe’s breathe, you whisper in my ear,
How powerful your word must be, to dispel all fear.
Cast adrift am I now, to be without you – alone.
I might as well be a refugee, without hearth or home.
The cold winds come to me now, without your shelter,
With great will they throw my world helter-skelter.
Torrents of raindrops catch the moon and glitter,
Lying here alone makes all of nature’s romances bitter.
Thunder cracks and rumbles into the night beyond,
I’ll not flinch, an inch – as long I believe in our bond.
Turning to the bedside to look at the time,
I then suddenly notice something malign.
The portrait of us sat together in Venice,
Has been defiled – removed of your face.
The water seeping in through the window,
Melted the picture and left you a shadow.
Checking back at the clock by my side,
I’m counting the minutes ‘till you arrive.
