Tell her....

I feel lost, in her absence,
like a lonely boat in a stormy sea.
Tossed by the towering waves,
the wind screaming like a banshee.

O dear halcyon, O bird of grace,
you come like an angel at my window sill.
Do me a favour and go to my love,
tell my dearest, tell her I love her still.

Tell her that I love her like before,
even though my heart is broken.
Go to her and sing my song,
of my unending love as a token.

Tell her that I still wait for her,
and ask her if our love can still be.
Bring me news of her wellness,
and return to your home by the sea.

Rachit