Love monumental. Is it one-way or two?
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If you call me, I will come.
Love you—mountains—and then some.
Dare I say we two are one?
Wish we could touch finger tips,
savor the flavor of lips,
cuddle, quiver, till hands slips.

Across the miles hearts pace
in a near inhumane race—
wish there wasn’t so much space.
These four walls suffocate, tight,
not a speck of love in sight.
You’re my one and only light.

Just call my name, I’ll be there.
Meet you half-way—all, I swear.
Love buoys me on clouds of air.
Would cherish the chance to dance,
find serenity, romance.
rope you with double-knots, lance.

Empty arms ache to hold you
caress, satisfy, we two;
do what lovers are meant to.
Everyone should be cherished,
loved well, coddled and relished
with loving words … embellished.

Swept magically off my feet
by a soul mate warm and sweet,
my heart quickens, skips a beat.
Do you know how I feel?
Can you feel my love? It’s real!
Soon we’ll start our own sequel.

Call me,
baby,
you’ll see.
We are
fated
to be.