Distant Dear
I feel as if we've met
But we have never touched
We've shared but many words
Although, none escaped our lips
Hearts flutter and faces flushed
Our words arouse our eyes
A mass of land and a bed of
blue brine
Are what pains my heart the most
Like a songbird in a golden cage,
Freedom is in sight
But what use is what lays before my eyes
if what I long for isn't tangible?
One day, my distant dear
You'll stand before my face
Two missing pieces will mesh
Off to a land of verdurous pasture
Afar from the curse of man
Where our souls will thrive
and intertwine
And happiness will no longer be,
something we tire our feet on chasing.
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