POEM


Waiting for the beam of light 


I waited for centuries, living in my memories Two glasses of wine. But only one lip intertwines.


I always wake on an empty room, and empty shell. Because every night feels like hell It is you that I always miss, waiting for your kiss. 


Saving my love, Fading and flies away like a dove, I will be your knight, Just wait my Queen, until they send the blinding light.

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