By Anna Jijo
My beloved,
They say, you are cruel
How wrong they are!
They are probably jealous
Of the serenity you provide.
I cannot wait to be with you;
Hold me against your quiet chest,
Wrap me in your cold arms,
Shield me with your numbness.
Do not make me wait any longer.
If forever exists, let me be yours
For in you did I find my solace!
By Anna Jijo
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