Deepest Longing


I often think fondly of that night in July, 

Curled up in your bed, your hand on my thigh.

A feeling I simply could not deny,

A moment that passed in the blink of an eye.


And with the coming of August, I began to cry,

An ocean of tears until I ran myself dry.

And day after day after day did go by,

Dreaming that to you I could fly.


That summer I learned with the most lonesome mind,

That for all of the riches money cannot buy,

My love for you is as deep as the sky.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Pour vos nuits à Bogota.