Dearest, do not tell me it’s time for you to go
I cannot face the days without you there to hold
The sadness of your leaving, is why I feel it so.

The heat, the shared elation, the passioned afterglow
The solitary bedroom, the sheets both crisp and cold
Dearest, do not tell me it’s time for you to go.

The quiet of your breathing, your tremulous “hallo”,
pictures that you paint with words, stories that you told.
The sadness of your leaving is why I feel it so.

Without your warmth beside me, the nights pass too slow
Your smile will stay with me until my eyes grow old
Dearest, do not tell me, it’s time for you to go.

The ebbtide of my feelings is all that you should know
A river of emotions, so sombre and so cold
The sadness of your leaving is why I feel it so.

The love that I have for you has always room to grow
I will not weep ‘til my tears can turn to gold
Dearest, do not tell me, it’s time for you to go
The sadness of your leaving is why I feel it so.
 

©Tanith McKlane