Missing you is like confessing to a crime.
I must plead guilty - without any reservation.
There is nothing I can do about it
since I cannot get you here
except by wishful thinking
making up your image in my dreams
wherein I still can love you passionately
without any reservations,
and you are not even hurt or importuned thereby.
That is another freedom, but of no avail,
just as to cry is nothing much to boast of;
but the truth about the matter is,
that since I miss you earnestly
I also must needs love you earnestly.