To be yearned for...
It seems I was born in the wrong time,
Where love is just another word,
With emotion as much as a drop in an ocean,
fickle... short lived,
A story where souls pass by one another unnoticed...
But I crave for a world
where love is yearned for,
Like it's a sacred thing
to be worshipped, to be adored,
I crave for the reason
someone walks in the rain with me,
For someone who looks at me
like tomorrow doesn't exist,
A world where love is warm
and not just a word,
Where it is an emotion
to be thoroughly heard,
to be felt and not merely spoken...
The kind of love where
someone writes thousands of letters,
spilling every single thought,
hoping to be chosen,
The yearning in the gaze,
pleading eyes asking to stay,
now and forever...
I crave for the kind of love,
a fantasy like no other...
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To be yearned for... It seems I was born in the wrong time, Where love is just…
