Wait, my long wait
For the touch enigmatic.
I wait and wait
For my touching mystic.
Let it be
Let it be that way.
The only way
For me is poetic.
I sing and sing
The song of my waiting
Being a stone and stoic
For your touch
Oh, my mystic.
I wait, will wait
As long as it wants
For the touch it reveals.
My waiting
scintillating and meditating
For your touch
My cherished waiting
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