Longing !



My longing for you is as old as the moon
As free as the air
As beautiful as the spring
And as painful as the thirst of a dying man

All that river wants to do is to gush and meet its source, the ocean
All that I want to do , is to rush and be one with you
The entire world tires me
It is only your love that can soothe my tormented soul
Oh why did you ever let me go ?
Do you not long for me the same way as I long for you
Do you not want to hold me the same way I want to hold you
Do you not ever think of me the way I do 
There could be a thousand reasons for YOU to be here

I have ONLY ONE,  to be ONE WITH YOU 

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