My Dear

High above, far away

As sunshine on a winters day

Knowing the love to come

Emanation of an inherited sum.

My dear, let us close our eyes

Imagining your smile, sensations rise

For one more day without you

Is the trap I’ve walked into

Languages cannot describe younger days

Lost for translation, soldered to a maze

Both of us have understood love before

Set in front of us, an unlocked door

My dear, your man is to come

Real as the sweet melody you hum

My dear, do not lament

Days dwindle near, marked as sent.

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