A Longing - Poem by Gaurav Mittal
Oftentimes I do wake up,
In the middle of the night,
To a bed- dark and lonely-
And an emptiness inside.
Oh if only she was here,
I'd lay embracing her tight;
Nestled in her soothing warmth,
I'd sleep till the morning light.
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