As the moment passes on, impatient
As the thought arises, pregnant
My Love, I wait for Thee at the edge of my door…
The senses, I play with them,
The mind, I give it a game;
My Love, only for You I go this far…
Morning breaks, it starts all over again,
Afternoon comes, with the scent of rain;
My Love, its evening, will you still be afar…?
Deep within, in the darkness
The gentle breeze my heart caress,
Is it You my Love holding the door ajar…?
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