Wherefore art thou? O, my love?
I often catch a glimpse of you from above,
It is as if you were checking on me,
To find out if I think of you constantly...
Where hast thou gone, O, my heart?
Did you from me forever depart?
I haven't heard your voice in many a day,
Silence is not golden as they say...
Where didst thou wander off to?
I must know that I might follow you,
Such is the measure of my desire,
To be with you, my body's fire...
When will thou return, my chosen one?
Was it something that I had done?
I cannot go on much longer like this,
I am thirsting for your sweet kiss...