She, the one I want and as often need,
Whose gaze and kiss I yearn to steal and own,
Miles give us pleasure, but draw our distaste,
Near, we are anxious, but without longing,
Be it only a hint, she comes to mind,
On her lips are my desire and passion,
Everything she likes and wants I cherish,
Oh yes, many things my girl means to me,
Many thoughts I have of her hands and eyes,
Many nights my arms and lips have missed her,
Today I may have her back for a while,
To hear her precious laugh and feel her touch,
My words are hers just as her kiss is mine,
My Jasmine, my Cuukie, my Valentine.