My chest has been waiting,
Waiting awhile for your hands.
For I have cuddled you in the still,
Willing your arms to wake,
Embracing sentiments favour.

I have prayed your dreams
Would speak of this longing,
But ageless nocturnal gates
kept desire at bay,
All but until;
Epiphany's day.

Though
Acutely aware & awake.
This promise I have forged:

Tonight my sweet,
We
Shall blissfully
find solace
in sleep.

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