Night, when the world sleeps, I find myself awake
Wondering if her thoughts are to match mine at that moment
If the beats of our hearts are as in rhythm as the essences of our souls

I long for her soft touch and her warm smile
I need it as a warrior needs his sword or a king his crown
When she is near I am the warrior and the king upon his throne high and uncaring to the world around him

She is my sword and my very heart the one I cannot go without
As I lay awake I imagine a time that I may hold her and know the feeling of being whole and real
I imagine this till my thoughts are my dreams and i can at least pretend she is there, that she is mine
as I am hers always
Till I dream no more