In the depths of my heart,
A yearning grows ever strong,
A longing that won't depart,
A hunger that won't be wronged.
It's a flame that flickers bright,
A beacon in the darkest night,
A yearning that won't take flight,
A longing that won't relent.
It's a whisper in my ear,
A gentle breeze that gently stirs,
A yearning that's always near,
A longing that forever curls.
It's a dream that's yet to be,
A hope that's yet to be fulfilled,
A yearning that's yet to see,
A longing that's yet to be stilled.
Oh, how my heart doth ache,
For the one who's yet to come,
A yearning that I can't forsake,
A longing that's yet to be undone.
So I'll wait, with bated breath,
For the one who's yet to be,
A yearning that's yet to be quenched,
A longing that's yet to be free.
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