Nostalgic

If you saw me, desire me
Like the moon desires the sun's sighs,
Like the clouds desire the touch of the rain.
Beautiful as the sunset,
Beautiful as the night sky,

I can't have the luxury of having you
Because I cannot have the luxury of having a soul,
That misses you...
That wants you...
That tells me just how empty is my existence without you.

How pathetic my poetic soul becomes,
When I turn all mushy and nostalgic!