Waiting Waiting

Every time I look, into your sparkling eyes

It is just the same as the first look,

That etched itself, into my memory.

The same naughty smile, the twinkle in the eye,

Playing once again with me.

And here I am again, waiting for you.

Standing by the edge of my life,

A breeze passed by, caressing my hair,

The same tender touch, as when you were there.

I wondered. . . Was that you ?

I caught myself smiling,

The intensity of my love remains pure and true,

The longing and desire, still as fresh as the morning dew,

A longing for togetherness, a longing for you.

Your very thought Adds on olours to my life.

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