Oh to be yearned
Like the sand yearns for tide,
Like a cuckoo yearns for rain,
Like an ocean yearns for sky,
And to be loved,
Like the flowers love the spring,
Like the moon loves the stars,
And like singer loves to sing,
A voice in my heart, wonders all the time,
Wonders what its like to be loved,
Deeply...unreasonably...endlessly...
To be able to love like the nature loves,
To feel like the nature feels,
A feeling far too overwhelming for a human heart,
And yet craved the most...
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