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The coarseness of waiting cannot plague those who wait,
Who wait for love, love in amorous eyes that wraps around two, that sparks the eyes of those and makes them see reflections that were unalike at one time, but become alike at the very instant.
The cancer of love that hits limbs and makes them move out of place in a dreamlike trance,
Love, that makes the sky send clear clouds to the tips of noses, and the serenity smell of purified air,
Love, the wind that floats in the atmosphere invisible, a figment that we cannot see,
Love, the moon at 3 am, and the twinkle of 3 am stars,
Love, the tree in the yard and the scratching of insects,
Love, the bedroom ceiling, the quiet walls,
Love, the look of my eyes into yours, the second by second blinking of retinas and the magnification of your eyes into mine,
Love, the sound of your whisper blowing breath into my ear,
Love, the bodies of us facing the bedroom ceiling, just talking, just staring at the ceiling above.
Love, when you sleep next to me and cuddle me,
Love, when you just breathe on me,
Love, when you sleep with me,
When you dream with me...