I wake up in a cold hard sweat
To find that I’m alive, you’re not!
You’re the object of my every desire,
My inspiration, my essential twin.
What am I to do? With this love I am indebted
God’s fire in you had me got!
I yearn to intertwine with that fire!
No one could ever convince me you’re not kin.
E’en now as the wall separate us,
Our love bond somehow is stronger.
But to see, touch, and hold you is my fuss.
Oh, what am I to do? How much longer?
Written in 2010
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 