YET TO MEET
I am yet to meet her,
The one entangling me with her hair,
The one binding me with her smile,
Her soul that is so pure and divine,
Yet to see someone who has that kind of chime.
I am yet to meet her,
And grasp her hands for eternity.
I want to be blessed by her warmth,
And a strong love that can drive me to insanity.
I am yet to meet her,
Yet to kneel down before her,
Promise a thousand stars to her
Flowers and love is what I can shower.
Until I wither and wrinkle,
Until I have lost every teeth,
Even when my cold body lies underneath the ground,
I wish to feel her warmth and heat.
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