When one is in love, he/she is always thinking of his/her beloved. Everything else ceases to exist. Love is a source of bliss and also of frustration. You yearn to hear the three magical words all the time
I think of you and all the things about you that I miss
No other thoughts except the dreams of future bliss
Trapped in the intricate cobwebs of longing and silence
I am so frustrated by the presence of your absence.
No lingering memories but a few silent conversations
And those stolen glances in sublime anticipation
Of the glorious moment when you hold me and profess
The undying love which I am also ready to confess.
And till then I spend my days in helpless longing
With melancholic thoughts that often come calling
Hoping for your love, this heart continues to burn
For a tiny drop in the vast desert, I ache and yearn.
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