December
It burnsLonging
Wanting
For something so far away
Not being able to touch, or feel,
Its torture
There are times when I want to fly away... only if I had wings.
Just to spend a moment, a day, a hour, ....
Maybe one-day I will be in your arms,
waking up to your witty charm
Then there are times when the pain is just too much
These overwhelming feelings in which every minute counts and the seconds seem like centuries, when I cannot see your words
I only pray that it lasts
December cannot come too soon
Till then my love.
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