Privileged To Pine

You’re my sunshine. When you are gone, Gone is the sunshine. Also my eye-shine. You’re my Hormone. When you are gone, Gone is the Hormone Also my backbone. You are my rain. When you are gone, Gone is the rain. So is my lawn. You are my sway. When you’re away There is no way. I’m in dismay. You are my soul. I am your sole. Make me not lore, Instead, console. Albeit your exit Memory stays put. If you are out, I turn a pervert. Spike has no pain. But skin had pain. My heart is slain. How to explain? Who is the cause For this impasse? And your pause? I shall ensconce. You rein my brain And rule my vein. As you abstain I am sore to pine. Sight is extinct; Talk is distant; Chance is defunct. But you’re extant. Be whatever they; See me to stay And answer my say. That only I pray. You fear me, near. You hear me, afar. Your heart is ajar. I only am aware. I pine and pine And find it fine As I imagine You in my brain. You may forget. You may desert. I can’t repeat. I can’t retreat. Tragedy has a melody. 22.04.2001, Pmdi