Months of longing
Lies of loving
Withering in the shadows
a love forlorn by time
Waiting forever
in this curious endeavour
That no one seems
to understand this pantomime
A jewel to the eye
Enough to make one fly
A desire well worth
the waiting for
Through rain pouring
And thunder roaring
I wait for this treasure
More sacred than sunken lore
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