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The days pass in this quiet place like the sap from a tree on a chilly day,

It seems to drag on like a bad song.



My heart aches without a word from you.

It fragments though I know you’re here still,

I wait by the screen, with the phone in my hand,

Hoping, wishing..

Waiting..



I can see your smile in my mind,

I can hear you laugh,

I can feel you touch me, so softly, so sweet

I can almost imagine you here, holding me tightly in your arms,



The soft breeze blowing over us as the wildflowers sway

With my head on your chest I can hear your heart beat,

My heart finds a way of joining yours in chorus,

Then you whisper softly in my ear and I quiver,



I have waited my life for this,

For this moment,

For you



I miss you terribly as if the continents divided

As if the oceans receded,



Its like the miles grow farther and my heart begins to fail

The very breath released is full of sorrow



Yet, I trust that I cannot fathom the joy

I cannot imagine the bliss of our first embrace

The tears that shall pierce my face,

All the emotions that shall engulf me,



I only know that in your arms is where I long to be,

It is only here that I shall find my peace,

And In your arms my home,



My love,

Here,

Only with you.