Friday, June 12, 2009

Passing wonder

I yearn to hear your voice.
So sweetly you do meld to mine
Miles apart, yet we are one
When will you come?
My dreams, you must know,
Are now getting out of my ears
It’s not a simple thing.
This love, it’s driving me up walls
I fear opening even a window
Lest I let out a penny of thoughts
Left in the wild, they’d only grow.
Dwarfed by you already.
Wild thoughts might set me loose.
What do you even know?
Every word you say, I treasure.
Each syllable is a pleasure.
Never before have I thus surrendered
To nothing but a passing wonder!

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