my love is elegant,
for when he arrives,
swoops upon the chosen one,
everyone stands and stares,
despite themselves.
he's denying me,
a visit. i don;t know why,
and i've been ready for him,
for a couple of months now.
people have other desires,
that keep them entangled,
now i have but one,
i need him to visit me,
and take me away forever.
there will be no mourners
calling my name,
holding me back,
i know that now for sure.
why have i been kept waiting?
#NaPoWriMo
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