Sweet Longing

She comes everyday at dusk, When the Sun's about to melt Down in his aerie nest. She comes and greets me With flowers in her hands And a smile on her pretty face... She touches me with her warmth-- The blushing of her rosy cheek-- She talks her heart's deepest to me And often laughs with joy... I laugh with her--Cry with her, Then try to wipe her tears: I'm left with the longing to hold her hand, When she kisses me goodbye, And bidding farewell, Walks away from the grave where I lie.....