The longing in my heart seems to redefine yearning,
to seek you, to see you, to feel you, to know that you are real.
The cadence of my fingers on your angelic face,
stroking every crease and curve, surreal, but true, you are real!
The whispered lullabies, that put me to sleep,
dreamless and content, with me in your arms,
the unspoken words of love and the spoken promises,
endearing and sparkling, Oh, why, do I wonder, if all this were true?
Perhaps, because the alluring radiance of you,
Is mystifying as it is absurd…
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