To my faraway lover, I am jealous of the love I have for you.
Far away you are but closer to my soul as a fall deeply in love with you.
You go away in the morning, saying little or no words, time is jealous of us.
With my heart missing you and my body yearning for your love
I wait patiently under the orange tree.
As the evening draws near my heart skips hearing the sound of your footsteps.
That's my lover, coming back to me.
Happy I am again.