Growing Weary

I live up north and you in the far south,

Night to night of you I dream.

From morn to dawn I look for you in the sun
Unlike the sun you are not in view.

Though we both bath in the golden sunlight
Anytime the sun rises, yet we live apart.

When will my grief no more grow?
I wish your heart will be like mine.

The road I travel is steep and long;

I hope I don’t in vain pine for you.