The wait
The wait to see you , an atrocity.
Give up ,go home , the audacity .
To make me your rose
Keep in a book or prose .
To make memories
Take mental photos and stories.
See your face with or without eyes.
Never to say goodbyes.
Feel you, know you.
Hear you laugh , be your beau.
To take the wheel
Journey together even in one heel.
To can’t take you off my mind.
To fix my eyes upon you and be kind,
To your soul.
As we grow old.
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