I, you

The heart years for his presence

Eyes long for his glimpse 

Ears are thirsty for his voice

Often the letters exchanged in words 

Are exchanged through love language of eyes. 

Every touch has a memory , my love hope you remember me when you walk with them 

When I turn down our pages I realise the poor game. 

Here I am counting nights for you, asking for the same love I have for you.

Is it more I have asked for ?

Can't you adore me again ?

Well people say you are sane so do I then why can't you see the love in my eyes!.