I dream of you in quiet nights,
A whisper carried on the breeze,
Your distant heart, my guiding light,
That never fades, yet brings no ease.
In every pause, in every breath,
I feel the space where you should be,
A love that lives, though far away,
A tender ache, a silent plea.
The stars above, they know my pain,
They watch me as I wait for you,
A love that time cannot restrain,
A hope that skies will turn to blue.
But still, I wait, though worlds apart,
For one sweet day, you’ll come to me,
And heal this ever-aching heart,
Where longing turns to love, set free.
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The yearning and longing was so palpable. Loved it!