Deep within the darkest nights
Alone I lie awake
Waiting, listening without sights
Longing, my heart begins to quake
And I’m left to stand in the wake
Of my long nights without you
I lose might, but for our sake
I know our love will stay true
And love will stay fresh and a new
When we can walk down that long isle
And drink of God’s brew
So our lives become one, no longer trapped in exile
Yet for now I think of dark
Where we first did start
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Recently, I've delved into the mind...mine and others. Happy Reading. Wishing you well.
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This seems to be a relationship poem that has questions that need to be answered. Good job.