In the quiet hours, I speak to the air,
Craving for your presence, with love beyond compare.
My mind weaves a tapestry, so real of your ruggedness,
But when I turn, the illusion of you turns into nothingness.
If someone were to see me, I would certainly be called mad,
How deeply in love can one be?
You took even the sanity I had.
I’m lost in daydreams, where you and I roam,
Together in fantasies, which I imagine, gazing at the dome.
But when reality dawns, and the dreams fade,
I am left with the ache, with longing as sharp as blade.
At night, I whisper your name with a gentle speech,
Fearing that your soul might hear, with your body out of reach.
What if in slumber, your spirit is drawn near,
And witnesses the depth of my love, and my deepest fear?
What if you wake, remembering what your soul was able to see,
The desperation that burns, my love in its intense degree.
What if you hear my whispers, and know my heart’s desire,
And in that moment, our souls are set on fire?
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