Anticipation of Love

A black and white photo of two hearts.


Somewhere in paradise,
I see my lover’s eyes.
Where is he? His spirit is near me.
Perhaps, he will hear me.
Oh, lover! The ages that passed us by,
Without a sage to bring us together,
Have left me alone with no-one to claim.
But who is it to blame?
The cosmos sang for me,
The heavens waited on me.
But you seemed ever farther away from me.
Your existence is anticipated with persistence.
Then, it was when the moon smiled on me,
And the sun penetrated my skin,
That your touch went beneath my skin,
To play a fiddle with my inner organs.
Tell me, this is not a delusion
Rather a solution,
To this anticipation of love. 

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