I would've gone for hugs.
But distance mocks.
I would've gone for kisses
But distance mocks still
I would've love to hold your hands
As we take a walk in the woods
But distance sits in a closet
Chuckling and mocking with zest.
I would've loved to flaunt you
In the faces of the others
But distance mocks me, mocks you
Like it did the others.
I would've gone for the dame next door
And outsmart distance once more
But what joy would I derive
In settling for less when you are more.
Of breath, my air - you are,
Of thirst, my water -you are,
Of gold, value - you are,
Here I am missing it all
So, milady,my perfection
Today we starve and whimpers
But time will come
We'll mock distance together
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