She is fire that my lamp waits to taste.
She is love that my heart longs to learn.
She is wind,
She plays with my hair.
She is that part of me... that I haven't still met.
You exist.
You are real.
She is the warmth that first ignited hope.
She is colour that I cannot paint today.
She is God.
She listens.. whenever I try to pray.
She exists.
She is real.
We haven't yet.
But soon will.
Hopefully one day...
...Paint the picture, with the colours your smile in my life, will bring.
I stand alone.
Waiting to welcome you home.
You are beauty that my eyes cannot appreciate.
You are already... but still, please don't be late...
Please don't be late.
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