He yearns to hear her breathe in her sleep,
and gaze upon her timeless and serene features.
He yearns to nuzzle the delicate lily radiating
from her soul during the moments that well up
in the heart during quiet, hesitating intervals.
He yearns to sip wine from her lips at midnight
under the full moon, while her cheeks and neck
blush from the adoration of unrestrained longing.
He yearns to embrace the scent of her perfume
as it wraps him in the blanket of her allure.
He yearns to wander through unfenced ranges
with her on spirited steeds, unfettered by convention.
He yearns to shudder from the grace of her
finger as it grazes over his shivering flesh.
He yearns to glimpse her expressions
as she sketches a kitten and a ball of yarn.
He yearns to know what it feels like
for their hearts to beat in the same rhythm.
He’s afraid that unrequited yearning
will only drive her out of his dreams.
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