Prisoner of your absence

I feel the flame burning,
that burns me,
the flame called your absence,
the very one that also warms my soul,
with your thoughts,
makes me long to catch your glimpse,
to laugh with joy like a child,
as a daisy bloom feeling the first rains,
to feel and live in each fraction of the second,
to add meaning to my life,
for you touch the soul of mine,
that now is a prisoner,
on its knees, looking at the skies,
asking to be enchanted,
once again, to break the curse,
to purify my belief of loving you,
to love you a little more,
to crave for your presence,
only to speak to you,
not be loved ,
but to love you,
unconditionally and till time is time.