Today is nothing
as I miss you with fervent passion.
I feel like dying knowing we cannot be together.
If only I could cross those wide blue waters
to make my point any clearer.
How I dwell much on wishing some tremendously
silly dreams of being with you now.
I write with great passion for you.
It has become as simple as the alphabet,
with A, B, C, becoming I love you.
Parallel to Math,
with 1, 2, 3 becoming I miss you.
I have nothing more to say to you
as words no longer are useful with what I have for you.
I take no regret,
not a tinge of angst or sadness
over choosing to have someone so far away as you.