I long for your essence
The smell of your skin, your hands on my hips.
I ache for your presence
The look in your eyes before your lips meet my lips.
I despise the reminiscence.
The hurt in my chest when a beat my heart skips.
I learned about patience
Trial after trial, fifth and then sixth.

And time after time, we met yet again,
How could we not?
When ourselves we couldn't refrain,
And all of our hope still remained.