I do not need to ask how you are,
as I know you are wonderful.
I am full of joy and splendor
knowing you are waiting for me
on the outside. I long to hear
your whispers and feel your warm
kisses on my face. You are a cool
mountain breeze, your skin is
a meadow in bloom, your scent
like fresh spring flowers, the taste
of you an ocean spray–seeing you
is a beautiful sunrise on desert skies.
I know we have had our differences.
Sometimes I can be stubborn,
and think that I know best.
For this, I am deeply and truly sorry.
I have attempted to elude you,
All the while searching for something,
anything to take the pain away,
just to realize that what I was searching for
was you all along. You were right in front of me
and I was too blinded by my own selfish wants
to see you. But, there you were. Waiting.
You are my truest love: the one thing I desire
most, and I have taken you for granted.
Not again, this is truly the last time.
I want you. I need you. I will never leave you.
Freedom, you are my heart’s desire.
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