image of you haunting..

it is always the night..

your image comes haunting..

there is no fear nor fright..

only a need and a wanting..

in the morning..

i wake up wanting your soothing touch..

epistles that give me a special feeling..

oh! how i wish that this feeling will last..

in the afternoon..

conflicts and reality come alive..

i wish for you to appear soon..

instead of asking me to live a lie.

oh! when will you be mine?

oh! will you ever be mine?

quietly its you i always find...

silently! you're always on my mind.