Awake at night, alone in bed

Awake at night, alone in bed,
Like many other nights ahead.
There are some lovers who must wait,
And though they often curse their fate,
More often they rejoice instead.

Their sighs like smoke hang overhead
And feed the darkling night, but red
And hot their blood within relates
Their love does not have long to wait.

And soon that long-awaited date
Will have no choice, it takes its state
As every day, once Time has said,
As every drop of passion bled
Has fertilized the patient gate,
Their love does not have long to wait.