The feeling is real... like into a bottomless pit.
And I feel that even when I'm fully awake...
Aware of our plights, and yet...
I miss seeing you gaze out of the window,
and the half smile on your face;
What you said when I walked you home,
And when you scampered to keep pace with my walk;
Like fond pearls I polish my memories,
And remember the taste of the moon-cake;
The few hours you spend with me,
Have become the refuge of my loneliest nights;
How my heart desires another moment with you,
And my eyes beseech a your glimpse;
My fingertips miss touching yours,
As I take you to my heart;
But can you , will you ?
Take me to your heart ?
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