longing

Longing

As I see you in the distance,

The wind blowing through your long flowing hair,

I count back the missed chances,

And wish I was standing with you there.

 

Your sweet, gentle smile that warms my heart.

How I long for it to smile at me

If I had met you before I did,

To be able to gaze at you lovingly.

 

For it is all of you,

The perfect imperfections,

That causes my heart distress,

And moans of lamentations

 

As you float on by without ever knowing,

How much you mean to me.

My captive heart, how it yearns and bleeds,

To be one day set free.

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