Just as it becomes day after every night, so every morning my love for you awakens anew.
A morning without you, even if you are far from me, would be no morning, no day would be, no beginning, it would be night again, darkness would surround my heart and my soul would drift in endless darkness and only sadness would fill my time on this earth.
The tears would not dry up until death took me and even after that my soul would drift, trapped in the dark, in the endless space, full of longing and stuff, with no prospect of redemption.
If your love is missing, I mean I die because I am just me, with you.
© ewald apperle