Distance, not mere word
kills me like sword.
Feelings desire for him
needs want him
craves search him,
at last its only dark and grim.

The roses, deep in my pages
finds him missing
the way he is kissing.
Distance remains the same
stupid, quiet and lame.

Eyes and pain goes alone in bed
making me more of red and red.
Stars and night claim him
distance says,
dusk and dawn are never one
and I sleep alone as there is no one.

Words appear on letter
making sort of better.
He comes like heaven
distance become wild,
later to nothing
at last she meets her everything.