Each day I suffer a small death without you.
The spirit seeks to be cognizant still;
My mind understands this all too well.
Where are you my all-consuming lover?
In body and soul, heart and mind, and will,
You captivate my imagination. Pray tell;
Where are you? God knows.
But, outside of Him,
and to all others,
My lips are sealed.
William Jackson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-day-i-suffer-a-small-death-without-you/
