This night, so special
My longing for your pale
Beauty.
I have waited for your
Presence
With moods that change like phases.
A living part of deep
Solitude.
Thoughts and feelings
Rise and fall
Bringing fear and a trembling
Lassitude,
Until monochrome becomes
Vibrant again.
Beauty surpasses life itself.
I will wait for you again,
Always.
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