I sigh and utter your name.

My heart pines for you.

You remain to be the same

for me—a soul so beautiful.

 

I can find no logic to explain

that why do I return—

in my thoughts or through messages—

to you again and again.

 

I just want to look at you

or maybe more.

Maybe, I want to touch you.

I can’t say for sure.

 

You are no lover of mine

as yet in my life

yet my heart pines

to see you and hear your voice.

 

Pining

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