I wait for my love,
to enter the room.
My heart beats,
in anticipation.
She arrives,
her clothes dancing,
on the breeze.
We embrace, two hearts,
seeking oneness,
as flowers reach for the,
sun in the early spring.
I drink in her fragrance,
like a man dying of thirst.
I want to hold her,
keep her close,
never letting go,
yet, knowing that soon,
she will be free,
unwilling to be held.
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