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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Relationship · #2343884

Waiting for her love to love her

In every cotton cloud, every warm and cozy breeze
In every owl's mournful song, and every silvery moonbeam,
I feel the touch of your hands and remember your lips,
Longing for our love — nothing feels like this.

With the treefrog's wistful cry and the evening's waning light
My spirit floats to where you are, your face in my mind's eye.
The fire in my heart rages, a wild and boundless blaze,
Everything is even more beautiful in the light of these flames.

Yet in the fire's brightness, a cool calmness floods my soul.
In your presence all is right; in your arms peace takes control.
Praying for the day you are mine completely,
Longing for our bodies to become one — for you to take me.

As broad as the horizon and as deep as the crystal sea,
This love grows more each day; I am yours totally.
I will wait until the day you can love me free and clear;
Until then in everything, I'll close my eyes and feel you near.
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