Are you done loving me, Love?
For when my hand seek yours,
You seem to withdraw yours away.

The whimpering heart,
Knows not how to understand,
The distance to which you pace away.

In the darkness of the night,
The heart toss and turn,
Trying to let go,
Of what you don't want, but in vain.

The desire to hold you,
Hold on to you,
Want you, make love to you,
Seek.

Yet, in a wild desert,
Below the transcending moonlight,
In tears, I put them to sleep.