a sentence to be sure of
intense as words might be
yet non could pen the true love
since mine eyes meet with thee
when distance is the morning
mere breath to captivate
your essence still adorning
but yet i cannot wait
into your sleep i enter
hope stirrings there to sense
in my world you are centre
in your dream i condense
two ether spirits fusion
no need to touch or see
a former dual illusion
for now lass you are me
©HeyHey 2013
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