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As I sit and wonder,
Staring at those deep eyes,
Waiting for her to say something,
But not wanting to hear any words;
I sat like a frozen man,
Lost in the sight of her face,
All I wanted was her arms around me,
But not wanting to disturb her stillness at all;
The way this wind caresses her hair,
And they fall on her face,
All that I wanted was the wind not to flow,
But not wanting it to stop at all;
She broke her stillness,
And looked up as first raindrops touched her face,
Filled me with a desire to cover her,
Not wanting to find a cover at all;
The rain drenches us,
As we sat there silent,
Doesn’t she look beautiful?
As I asked myself;
I couldn’t help but admire,
This placid torture,
The pain of a desire..
did you write it? it's awesomeee. i like this one. You write with love