Dainty looks from the corner of the eye
Breaths of fingertips
the shimmer of the eyes fades,
the hint of the smile dies away,
the tickle of the skin vanishes,
the grace of posture stiffens.
The gaze lowers down to earth,
fine feeling gives way to routine,
lips utter mere banalities
and dreams freeze to daily monotony.
Every day without a longing gaze is a day thrown away.
Every day without a caressing embrace is a day wasted.
Every day without a whispered kiss is a day lost.
Every day without tenderness you die a bit