by J.Q. Gonzales

In this empty cold room
I feel the longing so soon
While the rain drops
As the clouds hide the moon
Listening to your whispering
As you go to pray
And remembering every moment
Wishing to be with you soon
To see you smile
To hear you giggle
To feel your skin
To smell your scent
To taste your lips
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Let my wish granted to my delight