The wait for you is both engaging
And excruciating
For it essays my love for you
I realize, love can't be painted
With your handsome presence
Or reassuring words
Love becomes us
When souls whisper
When you leave
Pouring your odour all over me
I keep aching for you
To consummate us
When the moon flirts with the stars
Enveloping us
In it's shadows
The breeze
Disseminating our musk
In the meadows of our desire
I will wait for you
Till my twilight years.
©LR
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