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LONGING

In the still of night,when shadows dance.
I find myself longing for a love so grand:
A love that whispers softly to my heart,
And fills the void that keeps us apart,

The moonlight paints a picture of desire.
As stars above ignite a burning flame.
I close my eyes and dreams of what could be.
A love so strong, it sets my soul free.

The wind carries whispers of your name.
Through the tree's, a gentle, loving game.
I reach out, hoping to feel your touch,
But only find the empty air too much,

My heart aches, with a longing so deep,
For a love that's meant for me to keep,
A love that's patient,kind, and true.
A love that's destined,just for me.

So I'll wait,with hope in my heart,
For the day our love will finally start,
Until then, I'll dream of your embrace.
And the love that will fill this empty space.

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