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Aug 2016
One.
Two..
Three...
Four....

....Almost fourteen days in a row
I got to see your kind face.

Almost every hour
we would spend together-
and you should know
that I never grow tired of your face.
In your company
is my favorite place to be.

Five.....
Six......
Seven.......
Eight........

....­....Almost eighteen hours have passed now
and I miss being with you.
It is a pain I cannot recount
and a coldness I cannot weather.

In a world I can no longer trust,
I have found my sanctuary
in your longing embrace.
Your kiss is something my body craves
and I have no desire to be free
from this drug-like craze.

The way your lips shape into a genuine smile
is something even angels would praise,
only to be outdone by
the song in my heart that accompanies
the sound of your name.

Merely the thought of you conjures up
fantasies of love
and dreams come true.
I hear your knock upon my door
and I know it is you.

My heart dances and I leap from my seat with joy!

Come to me, my love!
Come to me!
Soon you will be in my arms again.

Come to me, love

in three...
two..
one.
Carolyne McNabb
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Carolyne McNabb
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   Alex Parker
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