Just One More Night With You

I wrote this poem 11 years ago, during a time when my heart was overflowing with longing. It recently popped up in my Facebook memories, and reading it again brought back a wave of emotion. Some nights feel colder than others not because of the weather, but because of the ache of missing someone. Loneliness creeps in, and memories become vivid dreams. This poem was written in one of those moments, when longing becomes louder than silence and love feels both distant and eternal and the deep ache of love that refuses to fade. If you've ever yearned for just one more night with someone you love, this is for you.

The Poem

Thinking of you in my sleepless, lonely, cold night,  

That I'm looking into your eyes,  

Kissing me and touching me tonight.  

But your distance is like stars and moon at night.  

If loving you is not right,  

Then I don't care and I don't mind.  

If loving you is a crime,  

Then I'd be willing to be punished and go to jail.  

If loving you is a sin,  

Then I can't do anything—because I'm only human.  

But my heart says it is right.  

Living without you makes me crazy and wild.  

Oh, come to me, my honey,  

Just one more night or a day.  

I will risk my life,  

I will sacrifice my reputation and my everything.  

I will give all the things I have and I own just to be with you.  

To have one night with you.  

Just to feel your touch, your kiss, your softly tight embrace.  

Oh dear, just one more night with you,  

To make my dream come true.  

I want to feel your body next to mine.  

I want to feel your love—even just for tonight.  

I can't really stand it,  

I can't go on just living in my dreams about you.  

I wanna make it real.  

So please, come to me, honey.

Message to Readers

Love isn’t always logical, it can be messy,irrational, real and sometimes overwhelming but it’s also what makes us feel most alive. If this poem resonates with you, I invite you to share your thoughts or your own story in the comments. Let’s create a space where longing and love are honored, not hidden.