You are hiding in my heart, my thoughts, my dreams
A sweetly scented secret…
Like waiting for the bud of a rose to bloom
Clouding my vision…
With your scent lingering sweetly around me
Holding me vigilant in your soft, bewitching spell
Although I know not what, or who you are
I feel your very essence floating in the air...
With a thirst so in need of quenching
Desires in need of your soft embrace
The tender touch of your fingers on my skin
And the warmth of your lips on my cheek
For life-giving waters to bathe my heart, my soul
Longingly searching for eyes that shine
Patiently waiting for your return
With every part of me...
Breathing in the essence of you
That still lingers so sweetly in the air
Just a thought am I without you
Floating aimlessly…
On tender tendrils of time and antiquity
Waiting for your softly spoken words
To paint eternal stars in my heart
Waking my soul…
With twinkling, dusted rays of moonlite
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