Needs of one will call again
To heart and soul that seems to bend
Each and overtime they breathe
Another breath of them they need
Scent distinct with curves upon
Body theirs they had hands on
Soft so soft soul would cry
Out, asleep fine lullaby
One of a kind like your first love
One still kept and much thought of
Though time has passed and lead away
This love they've kept to until this day
Infatuation, no don't think so
Only ones heart can tell and know
They that left but still are here
Love they called and held so dear
The chase seems endless yet still today
The vibes still felt upon them preys
Lover now haunted holds to what was then
A better time that time would lend
Esperame, wait for me, softly their cry
Spoken these words, murmured as sighs
Brings an end for a short time
Esperame, etched and carved upon body and mind