Mindscape
How do I begin to describe the angst,
The hours and even days waiting.
All for those precious moments,
When in her company I can find solace.
Her touch is my motivation to Excell,
I row my boat thru life with optimism.
Navigating choppy waters carefully,
We are in synchronized rhythm.
When by myself I seek her face in memory,
Knowing that she is doing the same.
We meet in our private imagination,
In our own little world designed by us.
©Perveiz Ali
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