It feels like living apart together.
Separated by the sea.
The only contact we have.
Are the mails you send to me.
I love to read them daily.
And then i send my mails to you.
And you give me more ideas.
For the poems i write for you.
We have to wait a long time.
Before we meet again.
The next time there will be even more.
A place for us ive found.
Were we can be alone.
No more sneaking around.
