As the thought of her lingers,
Like the scent of the ground after a heavy rain,
Engulfed am I by the longing to set sight on her,
Even for the briefest of moments,
The things that the times are crippling me from doing,
Oh, what I would give for a moment to caress that hair.
To kiss those lips that ooze nectar,
To embrace her body that has a feeling of home,
To transfer the warmth in the corner of my heart to her,
Like a salmon that comes away from winter to join the summer rivers,
I am melting, day by day.
Oh, when will this suffering end?
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
As the thought of her lingers,
Like the scent of the ground after a heavy rain,
Engulfed am I by the longing to set sight on her,
Even for the briefest of moments,
The things that the times are crippling me from doing,
Oh, what I would give for a moment to caress that hair.
To kiss those lips that ooze nectar,
To embrace her body that has a feeling of home,
To transfer the warmth in the corner of my heart to her,
Like a salmon that comes away from winter to join the summer rivers,
I am melting, day by day.
Oh, when will this suffering end?
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