Darker my days without-you,

As if there’s never dawning,

At night I think about-you,

It’s the same every morning.

You are my one morning-star,

A light by which I’m guided,

A kiss like rich caviar,

The truth, or am I blinded?

My whole world you’ve set-alight,

Before it was much starker,

Perhaps I’ll see you-tonight,

When it’s a little darker.