The morning clouds
Hanging at the end of the branches
Gently came the morning breeze
To swiftly push them away.
Liken the morning breeze
You gently floated with tears
To help me to help you
And wipe each others tears.
Swinging alone in my heart
Everyday I wish for your presence
It’s not my eyes that want to see you
It’s not my ears that want to hear you
But, my heart that refuse all but you.
Pain becoming lesser and lesser for me
And I hope it’s the same for you too
Life offers many wonders
Yet, I enjoy only your lovable nuisance.
Genuine touch that spurs wondrous love
Walks in from you and through me it goes
While brushing my heart with pleasurable feelings
A voice I hear within, so fleetingly soothing.
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