Ages I desired
To look deep into your eyes
Searchingly
I surveyed destinations
Distances measured between our steps
To reach you
Holding on to your love hopelessly
In your silent eyes
Your expressive silence
Perhaps this is love
Experiencing fairytales
Half truth full lies
Love is this
Impatient,cold, stunning freezing
icy frozen unreactive
getting up from there anayan left for her room
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