Never have I ever
wished so hard for love—
for hugs, for caresses,
a physical reflection
of the bond I feel within,
to you, my Love—my authentic self.
Never have I ever
wished so hard for love—
for someone unseen, formless,
who breathes through me
but remains beyond my frame,
a presence that is me, yet not me.
Never have I ever
wished so hard for love—
for someone who is father and mother,
whose cradle once held me safe,
yet left me to fend against darkness,
to earn the gaze of one
who is both my guide and my solace.
Never have I ever
wished so hard for love—
for the keeper of secrets,
who whispered to me
the hidden truth of myself.
I am drunk on the wine
of what cannot be spoken,
a Secret, veiled, yet ever-present.
Never have I ever
wished so hard for love—
to make you alone the subject
of every word I craft,
to see in all things
your infinite manifestation.
Never did I ever
wish so hard for love.
MyKoul
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