I think of you
When you are not with me;
When you are out of my reach
With you I always long to be;

Dreaming of you
I get up in the middle of night
I feel the fragrance of you
And look for you in my left and right;

The print of your face
I bear in a corner of my mind;
The love you nurture for me
I, in any other soul, can never find;

Each passing day erases
My hope that you would ever come;
To the garden of love we have built
That is called our sweet home.