In the absence's early dawn,
Each pore in my skin takes its toll,
Seeking refuge, I long to be drawn.
Into her heart's beats, I am drawn,
Feeling her presence, heart and soul,
In the absence's early dawn.
Oh, the distance, the pain, they spawn,
Yet our dreams forever enthrall,
Seeking refuge, I long to be drawn.
Her essence, a sweet scent withdrawn,
Its remnants upon me, a stroll,
In the absence's early dawn.
Though absence might stretch on and yawn,
In dreams, we converge as a whole,
Seeking refuge, I long to be drawn.
