Often we meet,
Avoiding prying eyes secretly,
In between stretches a velvet sky,
Only gulf in between us apparently.

I walked miles on my feet and hope,
against all weather, people and slope,
But after some distance I could not keep,
enough pace as the way was steep.

As I lay on my cosy bed,
a hanging moon did my curtains lit,
under my pillow sank my weary head,
and slumber weaved its sleepy knit.