You

It's not my heart,

That longs for your touch.

It's not that I need you,

Ever so much.

You look at me,

And I don't shed a tear.

There is no reason to,

For you are here.

All my days,

And all my nights,

You dwell in me. . .

Even through our fights.

Though you aren't with me,

I can feel your tender lips.

And everything is right.

Everything just fits!

No, it's not my heart,

That longs for your gentle touch.

It's not that I miss you,

Oh so much!

It's my soul,

That longs for you to stay,

As if you…are part of me,

Though you are so far away.