Life’s empty without it

I fixed my hair on the mirrored wardrobe before going out to meet you on a cold night.

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My thoughts - can’t you hear?
The brain disturbance unsettling 
The air between me and your ear 
To create earnest sound waves
Likely weakened, on reaching,
In virtue of the distance,
The faint song of which -
“I love you” is the substance.

Time with you was a beautiful short,
To sit or stand close, when you’d
Speak, yet sometimes not,
Distracted by surrounds that appeal.
Yet, I watched from across, 
As your eyes tracked the band,
Affected by the pretty face;
Moments for me you’d grace —

As I realise now that I can’t 
Have my want, does it stop 
Nay it’s my wont - To fail
To take, that fortune’s absent!
Lugubriously, of this beautiful dove
Yea, periodically sings this gent
Wishing that sharing her love
Would least be a pulse event.