Mindful Beauty
It's you, it's always been you.
With every aching minute
I want you
And need you.
I dream you,
Breathe you and write you.
I close my eyes
and you're there.
Your clear gaze watching me
as I reach out to you.
I open my eyes
To see you're my figment.
But your oh so sweet scent
Still plagues the air.
Where are you my love
But beneath my free flying wings.
With every aching minute
I want you
And need you.
I dream you,
Breathe you and write you.
I close my eyes
and you're there.
Your clear gaze watching me
as I reach out to you.
I open my eyes
To see you're my figment.
But your oh so sweet scent
Still plagues the air.
Where are you my love
But beneath my free flying wings.
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