In the quiet of the night, your image dances
A phantom in the shadows, relentless and fierce
Every whisper of the wind carries your name
And the stars spell out your silhouette in the sky

My thoughts are shackled, bound to your essence
A prisoner of longing, with no hope for release
Each heartbeat echoes with the rhythm of your voice
As I drown in the depths of this ceaseless obsession

Dreams are but a mirage, a fleeting solace
Where your touch is real, and time stands still
Awake, I chase the ghost of your presence
Through the labyrinth of memories, ever entwined

Yet, in this madness, I find a twisted solace
For the fire you ignite burns with a fervent glow
In the ashes of sanity, I find my refuge
Consumed by the flames of an unquenchable desire