Waiting For the Day
When the time comes
and we depart two different ways,
I feel an utter hollowness within me
that I can't portray.
These weekends are like a gateway to meet with you,
to fulfill all those cravings throughout the week undue.
Throughout the day I stay addicted to you,
your eyes, your beards, your fingers, your wide arms...I want to pursue,
for long and long decades, for the eternity;
I want to smell your neck and I want to feel your vicinity.
I want to gaze at your lips,
those I want to kiss but are forbidden for now,
but that nectar has given me the vow
to immortal me and my verse;
Our love shall be immortally written by the universe.
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