First Month

I have to smile as I write this down before me:
One month.
Seemingly so small
yet so significant.
One may not understand
but one month has large ramifications...
One month of kisses.
One month of care.
One month of love...
As I sit here
on my tiny pedestal so far away,
I reach out towards you.
For your embrace,
your care,
your kisses...
But here I am restricted from that,
and I long for what I must wait for
but I will wait.
I will wait.

The End

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