Distillation Poem by Slowmike Johanson
Distillation
God, how I miss you.
And the words continue to fail me.
When I look in your eyes,
it creates a feeling in my gut.
Longing. Exhilaration. Despair?
Is there is a chance of attaining what I desire with you?
It frightens me.
I love you many times over,
All languages, spoken and unspoken.
none will ever convey the feeling,
or at least my grasp of them won't allow it.
I want to be with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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