Longing, so near, yet so far Longing and longing, Why am I longing for, Something that is not mine; Of this I am sure. Warmth and heat, Touch and hold, Something that is not mine; Why is it this way? Yearning and wanting, Blue nights, white skin, Something that is not mine; Hungry for what I cannot taste. Why is it this way? This hard and unresolved, Something that is not mine; So near, yet so far.