BEFORE;
All I have are dreams of wanting, wishes of
longing,
At every sight of you makes me wish to have
you close,
At every voice it makes me want to cry not
being beside you,
At the thought of what goes on & I might
not be there to help out.
To think not of my own, yes, quite wrong,
But I have never cared, never loved like this
for one person alone.
Closed my heart & closed my mind to feel
emotions,
Not too strong, I guess. ‘Coz you had me
already that first day we knew each other.
Then and there I already did LOVE you.
NOW;
Beating fast my heart did at that precise
moment I saw you, you were familiar yet strange,
I was like waiting for a Christmas gift in
the middle of summer; I was finally opening it,
Your face, bloom right when you saw me, you
wore that smile, a perfect match for those eyes,
And that one hug in front of everyone else
and we couldn’t just care what they’d think.
Alone, by ourselves… all I can ask is for
those moments to last.
If words were never enough for me to say, I
just hope for one snap I wish you’d stay.
To have you closer than just computer screens
and message kisses,
To have you by my side, staring at those
eyes, closer than lips on our bodies,
I have you now, closer than anything before
yet short-lived.
For every right reasons and every
unreasonable thought,
I love you, for what we have.
I love you, for what we are.
I love you, yes, I love you my love.
I love you that I miss you right now.
I love you and I’ll keep you in my heart.
AFTER;
The slightest chance of tears flowing never
made its way,
The hope of holding you close for a stolen
kiss was all I can make,
I loved every moment with you, every soft
gentle kisses we do,
The warmth of having you beside me, the mere
sight of your face.
We made those times last.
Cherished it for the rest of our lives.
I’ll be waiting for you, My Love.
I’m way past the vast ocean and over the
barren rocks.
I love you that I miss you even more.
I love you for what’s behind that bend for
us.
I love you. I love you. I love you, Mark.
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