Not hunger, not thirst, nor sleep in the night,
Could quiet the ache of wanting you right.
You live in the spaces my silence keeps,
In the thoughts that wander, in the pulse that leaps.
Like moon pulls tides without a sound,
You draw my soul where peace is found.
And every breath I take feels true,
Only when it carries traces of you.
For craving you is not desire alone—
It feels like finding the place I've always known
Could quiet the ache of wanting you right.
You live in the spaces my silence keeps,
In the thoughts that wander, in the pulse that leaps.
Like moon pulls tides without a sound,
You draw my soul where peace is found.
And every breath I take feels true,
Only when it carries traces of you.
For craving you is not desire alone—
It feels like finding the place I've always known
