I suffer more when you're around

I wonder, if we were one

We'd enter the pearly gates of heaven

For two passions inextricably blending

Paradise ahead would be unending

Reading the lines on your face, I'll miss

And every morsel of that heavenly bliss

Coming ahead are the years of desolation

Together still, though still in separation.

I'll miss you when you aren't around

But I can keep you embraced with me

I'll suffer more when you're around

And still retain your distance from me.