Roar
To hold you in my arms
To bring you to the door
To cross over the threshold
I'd float above the floor
It's not hard to perceive
It's you who I adore
To think it without saying
At times I do want more
Like a beach can't really be a beach
Unless it has a shore
A little rain can't love grow from
Unless it starts to pour
I have such love inside me
For now its breadth I store
A lion in the waiting
Someday perhaps he'll roar
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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