I long to kiss your lips,
to hold your hand,
to smell your hair.
I long for your beautiful face,
for your incredible wits
and your musical voice.
I long to see you again under a bright sun,
smiling happily,
joyful and in cheer.
I long to be there for you,
to help you when in need,
and to drive danger from you.
I long for your touch,
your scent,
and your care.
I long for,
and long for,
but will I ever?
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