Starved
You are the wind in my hair,
The fresh cold air.
The prettiest of bouquets,
I can never stray.
The sunniest of skies, to my darkest hours.
I tell no lies,
I would paint you flowers.
I bare a mark,
A symbol of devotion.
You are my favorite landmark,
I love you like the ocean.
My heart aches for a touch I've never had,
I feel like I've gone mad.
I'm starved for a kiss,
You are my bliss.
My soul is tied to you,
Yet we have never met.
You are the deepest colour of blue,
I will never forget.
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