I long . . .
          
     I long to lay down next to you;
     with time upon our hands.
     to touch . . .  to talk . . . to empathize;
     each other to explore.

     I long to look into your eyes,
     your heart, your soul, your mind;
     Until the whole world fades away
     to you and nothing more.
 

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