I long for you to linger, soft and hushed,
as if you’ve slipped beyond the world’s embrace.
Your voice, a distant hymn, evades my call,
its tender notes too faint to graze your heart.
It seems your gaze has drifted, light as air,
and a lover’s sigh has sealed your lips from mine.
All things are woven with my aching soul,
and you arise from them, their glowing spark,
alive with all my love, my heart’s own flame.
You are my soul’s twin, a fleeting dream,
a lovebird’s trill that hums the name: Destiny.
I long for you to linger, far away,
your song a mournful whisper, soft as wings.
A lovebird cooing, gentle as a dove,
you hear my plea from realms I cannot reach.
Let me grow still within your silent grace,
and speak through quiet, radiant as a star,
simple as a vow, eternal as a ring.
You are the night, with stillness and its glow,
your hush a beacon, distant yet so pure.
I long for you to linger, lost to me,
as if you’ve wandered, tending tender hearts.
You seek your bunnies, scattered in the dusk,
your hand a melody that guides their way.
One note, one smile, would heal this broken heart,
and I’d rejoice, my love, to know you near—
a miracle to mend what absence tore.
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