Days of longing
With sleepless nights
I stare at the ceiling
The sight's plain white
Waiting for that day
With excitement, no vain
Restless, if you say
Yet at times I'm sane.
Thoughts and memories
Play around my head
Wherever we would be
Everything you have said
Yet while I wait
I'm sure that we'll grow
Yes, you are my mate
And that I know so.
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