My Longing
My Longing
It is the second day now
That I wish to be the glass
You drink water from, thirsty
I have craved for so long
For my dreams to come true
And here I am now
Because my lips long desperately
To touch every single tremble of yours
I love you!
Obsessed with
The upcoming joy
Flying from endless meadows
As the wind whispers softly
In the petals of colourful flowers
And I can hardly wait, my sweet desire,
For my fingers
To collect the scattered beads
Of sunlight in your beautiful hair
I love you
Copyright © Stefan Maxima | Year Posted 2014
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