Longing is deep sapphire blue.
It looks like tender tears of dew.
It sounds like echoes of yesterday.
It smells like a Chinese food for one day.
It tastes like apple pie in the sky.
It feels like a mercenary magnet to iron.
Longing is unrequited desire.
And here is a taste of Dusty Springfield's unique style of longing in a song from 1967: