Tuesday, 9 December 2025

I miss you more than you would be missing me
I want you more than you crave for me

I love you in spite of knowing
You can't express it to me
Except in the form of your concern and warmth

You elude, remain evasive seeking your space 
And in that space, there's love still
Between us, my love. 
©LR


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