My love, here I am waiting for you,
growing and flourishing like a fine and exquisite flower.
Flying around the continents and sailing the seven seas,
discovering the wisdom
of life in the simplest things on earth.
I know that you are
there, waiting for me,
growing and rising like a solid oak tree.
Just please let me know that it is you,
sometimes my heart gets blind and
may not see beyond a handsome smile..
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