Game of wishes

Oh it hurts,
But no more than you do.
I long for you,
For your touch
Your breath upon my skin.

Wish of you,
Nothing comes from wishing.
I hope and dream,
For you my dear
In this game of wishes.

This curse to,
To want the touch of you.
I wait for you,
To come by
To see how I have grown.

One day soon
I may see you again.
I won't feel this,
This longing
And this game of wishes.... done. 

The End

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