Spilling the Beans

I have missed you

So very much

Every day

Of this decrepit life

I wallow in your desire

And in my pain

Of separation,

I am sorry it must be so,

I wish everything was somehow different, 

But it must be 

For nothing would 

Turn perfectly if

Courses were changed,

All I must tell you

Is that I am yours,

Yours,

Yours,

Yours 

Until the day my soul

Parts from my body,

I shall be yours.