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Here I await for your presences,
Just a simple glance from your blue eyes,
Soft touch from your hands,
The taste of your lips upon mine,
Just waiting here on this couch,
Longing to hear the angelic sound of your voice,
Hoping you'd walk through the door,
And into my arms once more,
All this waiting I have to do,
Until I can hold you once again.

Note: just a poem I came up with right quick