To my Angel who waits
Her. And Me.
One love. United souls. Conjoined.
Sometimes I thirst for her but I’ll find her wherever she is.
She’s not here now but we always touch.
Knowing that our love cuts across time and space.
Eternal. Destined.
Then when she reveals herself again I shall love her once more. Like never before.
Ours is an endless consent.
Ameya.
Thu 27th Jul 2017 15:21
lovely write, well love is one of a kind, not to mention the veils it uses to disguise itself often times, cheers ?