When you go,

 I close my eyes,

Thinking that you are lying next to me in bed.

As you leave

 Each hour of separation,

That our lips have not yet kissed,

 Because of the hours between us.

Our bodies have not quietly touched each other.

I know when She gets home I’ll be embraced with her lips, 

I’ll be there awaiting

Full of joy and happiness

Just like the first day, we met.