The Wandering in depths

Longing

You are a beautiful poem

I wish I could read, every day, night and noon.

Every second passes hoping to see you soon.

Longing to meet you, god knows when you would show up.

But when you arrive, bring your stars along

I'll do the talking with nature,

Let clouds then hide the moon.

Now you are here, my world is on fire

It costed me my world, to fulfil my desire

For this one glance, been waiting for so long

If this isn't love, consider me a liar.