My Sweetest Ache
I am not a child but still believe in angels,
So much so I go out in the night, seeking one
No, I don’t need doors, I can walk through the walls
Coz I am the thirst of a desert, not a thing small..
Moonless nights are common dear but I am a sunless day
Thinking of you all the time, of our sweet hidden place
But you are still a vision darling, a vision of love
So Nothing matters now, nothing.. except my sweetest ache.
My long awaited storm, waltz across this leaden sky
Be my each verse, oh dwell in each yearning’s cry
Oh how I thank God for sending glimpses of you to me
For you are a Muse like none other, you are my poetry.
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