The morning bursts with aches of expectation, draws a day filled with sweet anticipation
of a side glance deep like the ocean azure,
a trail of golden wisps that drive my erasure.
In your absence, the ribs of my craving
unfurl an expanse of painful staving,
a delirious mist of endless gazing,
that has left my chest heaving and blazing.
You are the anchor of my yearning
......
The morning bursts with aches of expectation, draws a day filled with sweet anticipation
of a side glance deep like the ocean azure,
a trail of golden wisps that drive my erasure.
In your absence, the ribs of my craving
unfurl an expanse of painful staving,
a delirious mist of endless gazing,
that has left my chest heaving and blazing.
You are the anchor of my yearning
......