Anticipation

Acute anticipation
of all that's yet to come.
Awaiting the day that
I get to peer into
your beautiful blue eyes,
and once more ponder,
the intricacies that lie behind.
For the day
I can catch your hand
and know you're with me,
I can hold you tight and close,
and share warmth in the cold,
feel your balmy breath
against my chilled cheek.
When I can lay my lips
on yours and know our
love will live.

 

The End

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