I yearn for yesterday like a prisoner who has only one wish-Freedom!

and that yearning....unlike an obsession which drives some men completely mad...but, rather...My desire is for a Return to the Arms of My Nightingale...for only She knows the Secrets to Wisdom & Ecstasy....and only She has the Voice of an Angel....Yes, I yearn for Our Time together....to somehow bring us, once more...face-to-face...lips-to-lips....and passion to passion...My sweet Nightingale...how I long for her lips again, and the soft feel of Her kisses upon my chest...Only She can soothe my Soul with pure love...and that Love, indeed is Divine...So, yes...in a unique way...as I walk the dark streets, head hung with the heavy weight of a Lost Love...the sadness of which is soul-shattering...and as I walk with eyes closed but with my Heart wide open...and the Night breezes do brush against me with all gentleness...I hear the magical melody of Her sing-song voice...and once more...I am transported into Her arms, and within the flowery fields of Ecstasy...and there We are again...just me and my beautiful Nightingale...and the Sun pauses and directs rays of blessings upon us and We made so many Promises that we swore to keep and fulfill come hell, high-water or Armageddon...and We sealed every single promise with long passionate kisses, and sweet, slow love for Endless hours...and We greeted each New Dawn with sincere smiles and Muffin kisses as we sipped French coffee and made more Love-resolutions to each other...Betrayal---Never!....Deception----Never!....is what We swore to one another with vicious Integrity...and yet....it was a Lie...and My nightingale was caught within the Nest of another Lover...and the pain...O', I pray that you never know the suffering, the agony, and the torment of a Broken Heart....and what is more...It never gets any better---it only gets less bitter!