For your delight, a poem hastily constructed by passionwriting and me. The first of many to come. Enjoy!
As I stand here, waiting on you,
the winds slowly caress my face,
unaware of time I wait,
and the clock keeps ticking endlessly.
Cobbled streets languidly follows a dream,
followed again by the light of lamps,
discernible hardships and merry laughter,
makes the wait a burden worth endurance.
I walk along, singing our melody,
The words wash over my pain,
And I ache to be in your arms once again,
To rest in peace far from this world.
I long to be the object of your embrace,
that could rid me of my sorrow.
I long to be by your every side,
to once again feel the beat you share.
I finally see your shadow,
you look every bit the same as I remember.
And as your approach lingers,
My heart flutters as I retrace the memories we made.
You slowly closed the space between our hearts,
your smile the perfect phylactery,
to remind me of who and what I am,
when standing here in front of you.
I throw myself into your arms;
I am lost in the perfection of this moment.
The clock has seemed to stop,
And time freezes as finally we unite into one.