A blanket of water,
A night light of moon,
A wild imagination of what will be soon.
Wound up like a clock,
Winding down with the stars,
A small relief with each tock,
A tick closer to it being ours.
To deal with the pain of the longing,
We must connect to the source
Of love, the One residing above,
Each atom of love set in its course.
Let us ponder over His blessings,
Bridging the gap between us, my dear,
Descending the heavens,
Each blessing a lesson,
Counting the countless till you're finally here.
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