Eye keeps searching, never tiring,
Ears keep listening, always alert,
For a glimpse or a sound......
of the great lover, who left half way...
Never a thought, Never a tear....
as to what might happen if he left.......
What can be done, what can be said,
only wait for the great moment,
When he decides to come back,
and give me that HUG, promised
Waiting is a pleasure,
Waiting is a pain......
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