My Dearest

My dearest    
We just talked, didn’t we    
but how come time has become    
an unbearable agony    
tortures me as if I am nobody    
   
Have you thought of me    
Are the days without me still lovely    
The distance, ten thousand miles    
loose bonds between us    
with multi-purpose reasons      
   
For that I often wake up at midnight    
no matter how many times    
I can reach out arms to find our ties    
no need to hide bleary eyes    
I can feel free to gnaw my swollen lips    
and swallow the oozing blood drips    
   
For that I have a chance to taste    
the wake-up morning heartaches    
It hurts but still nice    
Whimsically it seems    
the stronger it tastes    
the stronger our love is    
The wrinkles of the blanket    
telling how struggling the night was    
But still my dear    
I must be crazy    
cause I’ve been enjoying it greatly    
   
For that I can shout your name    
just like counting my pain    
whenever the solitude bangs    
When the daft wind    
break my soaring wings    
and cast a mirage into my dream    
I know Missing You is a curse    
no better than white ghost bites    
But still my dear    
counting my pain is not in vain    
   
For that you can be always perfect    
When it’s you come to my mind    
I am breathless    
The fragrance after a shower    
the pure white shirt you wear    
the medium length wavy hair    
Your crease free pants    
your caress loving hands    
Those images are such flawless    
   
I want to hear yourself to tell me    
not from the third person, somebody    
How’s it going, my dearest    
Tell me honestly    
Are the days without me still lovely