Endless Paces
Loving you from miles away,
A missing piece of life today.
A ripped-out page that none can sew,
Save for the only hand I knew.
Yet waiting is a blessing told,
To heal the page and shape the mold.
This quest for you will never cease,
Till present moments bring us peace.
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