If I can’t see you on Monday,
Then why live on Tuesday?
If I you love I can’t feel on Wednesday
My darling why bother wake on Friday
If your touch was taken from Saturday
Wake me not on Sunday
My love for you bleeds night and day,
Away from you the weeks shed away,
Without your touch my month’s astray,
Your voice the void my years decay,
Decades without you keep them at bay,
My love transcends centuries this way,
Eons come eons go, in my heart forever stay.
Poetry 