On a cold december night
I yearn
For the warmth
Of a radiant heart
Brimming with emotions
To nudge me
To sleep
Sing me a lullaby
When my body is exhausted
And her tender touch
Seems to melt all the pain away
And I pass in a slumber
Ever so deep
That is too dreamy to be true
And too long to be realistic
And when I wake up
I miss that urge
So subtle it used to be
To rush for that phone
Hurriedly reading through the texts
As if, expecting something
End up smiling,
If there was any surprises,
If not, then
Sending a little something their way
Just to see them smile
Or yet,
That naive attempt to woo
And when I come to my senses,
Where I am today,
I miss it
I miss
What it is,
That you call
That thing called Love..
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