Longing
So this is what it feels like to be loved—
to love someone truly.
I long for thee.
Filled with quiet ecstasy,
I wonder what the days ahead hold for us…
I miss thy scent—
that quiet fragrance
that belongs only to thee.
© Rahim Moon 2026
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