Art of Longing

There’s only me and you.

I, who seek the understanding of love,
Seems to be confused.
What was the real meaning of it?
What should I feel?
Longing from your warmth,
It was difficult,
For I couldn’t find you,
The uneasiness you give,
Within this foolish heart,
Seems to be suffocating,
My hand shakes more as I can't remember your unfamiliar warmth.
Will this foolish heart stay alone?
That only you, can be called?
To stop this twisting heart.
Why can’t I find you?
Why don’t you show when needed?
Why can’t your love,
Be stable?
And runaway from the unexpected cliff?
I, who seek for your unfamiliar love,
Will I be happy?