The Longing

In the quiet of night, under the starry sky, I long for a kiss, oh, how time passes by. The moon above whispers tales of desire, As my heart burns with a passionate fire. Your name on my lips, a sweet melody, I yearn for your touch, a love that's so free. In every heartbeat, your absence I miss, Oh, how I long for that magical kiss. With each passing moment, my longing grows, As the night's gentle breeze, my secret knows. In the softness of your lips, I find pure bliss, For in this silent yearning, our love's sweet abyss.