You bring forth the finest poetic prose writer in me, writing about my daily imaginary conversations with you or with God about you, yet I hate writing about you like this.
I wish for nothing but your quiet presence before my eyes while I slowly unfold every secret and heart's desire I carry in silence.
I dream of the day when I will behold your very being and tell you every single thing I have borne in my heart for you.
~Zara
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