Deprived

Ah, the sunlight caresses Shimmering and flirtatious roses While I’m here in the valley of dreams Trembling like a leaf in a sensual breeze To touch your necklace and feel your breath Softly against the back of my hand. I’ve never stopped loving you, Too many poems have reconnoitered my heart And revealed all my secret thoughts, Any stranger can look into my eyes And see you lingering in the shaded hues Of my perpetual melancholy. In some way, I’m happy today, Deprived of you but not of my thoughts of you.