Its that one kiss you yearn for .. but the wind is the only thing caressing your lips..
its the embrace around your body that you wait for;
yet you replace it with a blanket tightly wrapped around you.
its the hand slipping into yours..
yet your hand is left waiting..
it's that whisper in the ear that you crave for..
yet all that whispers past you is time.
the feeling inside your heart; the burn..
that keeps reaching higher and higher.
its that one thing that keeps you gathered. safe and convinced that life is good as long as he's in it.
Its the love, that you are so convinced in which he is the only one you want to spend the rest of your life with..
yet he's half way across the world..
you keep waiting..and waiting..
until you have aged...
yet the love is still as vibrant, fresh and pure.
