Wanderlust

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how shall I open my heart old friend, it is forbidden for me to speak, I am about to die from lack of a kindred soul to understand my misery, simply by looking in her eyes, I find the beloved of my heart, but rare is such a soul who swims in ecstatic bliss on the high tide of heavenly love

I crave you

in the most
innocent form
for I crave to say
good night
and give you
forehead kisses
and to say
that I adore you
when you feel
at your worst.

I crave you
in ways
where I just
want to be
next to you
and nothing
more or less.