We are apart and yet to attach,
demanding, each other to touch.
If you restless endeavour as much,
it’s anticipated there is hope to clutch.
We are divided and yet so close,
like on a twig, two blossoms of a rose,
to come together – I propose –
with roses, a bunch of flowers I compose.
We are separated and yet so near,
through a mental bridge, we adhere,
like my love to you, real, with no fear.
You, I dream, return it sincere.

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