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What happens when we wish for something so hard?
Does it ever get worn out?
Does it ever get tired?
Life is full of these kinds of questions, mine is; my mind is consumed with them.
What will he say
when we look into eachother's eyes?
Maybe he won't say anything.
Maybe he'll just lift his hand
to the side of my cheek
and brush away every feeling of uneasiness
from my juvinile soul.
Then, in my dream,
he will lean in close to me -
I can feel his heart beating against mine -
and our lips will touch.
Soft, then forceful,
yet gentle and tender.
Time will stop.
The moment will freeze
All life will stand still
and perfection will be perfected -
all in this perfect kiss.