So lonely

And it happened this spring
Waiting for you love
And it happened this spring
In my niche
Of loneliness,
It does not touch the ain.
And it happened this spring
For passing it,
A passenger alone!
Without your deep singing
That sinks my heart!
Without your passion passion
That implements my skin!
Without your Solomon caresses
That Pierce my soul!
Without York catatonic state
By owning me!
Now I’m alone,
Alone…very alone.