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Waiting
Counting down the days
Till i feel His touch again.
How time seems to crawl.
my dreams fill with
The memories of His touch.
How time seems to rush by.
Now only hours
Till i hear His voice again.
How time seems to stand still.
my thoughts fill with
Fantasies of Him.
How time seems to fly.
Minutes only minutes
Till i feel His kiss again.
How times seems to move backwards.
Excellent. You have taken an ordinary love poem and raised it to the height of paradox (a time paradox, of all things), and thus made it a very important statement. I applaud you.
Starward