Time ticks
As knuckles entwine.
All mimics
Buckle and pine.
In a month a year's worth
Of long distance yearning.
Notepads and study sessions
Of each other learning.
Smiles and tears,
Nudges and holds.
Your worth far passes
The world's weight in gold.
My arms are empty
Unless you're inside.
When you lean your head
It's at home you abide.
You stand tall
At five and two.
Your solid granite
Speaks mountains of you.
A passion of fire
And a tundra pearl white.
You're either hot or cold,
And always bright.
Hours conversing
Across tied cords kite.
Your melody on the phone
Is a full moon each night.
A whole month
And you let my survive?
Then I will pursue
With you as my strive.
Happy one-month, Lyndsay. :)
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