Yearning, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Within my lonely heart dessert winds burn.
Shifting sands with no refuge in my sight.
Thirsting, looking, but there is no cistern.
No warmth provided on this frigid night.

Gone are the nights when I needed no fire.
Your beauty provided needed repose.
Was your loving touch that quenched my desire.
Just your being close removed any woes.

Minus your love suffering deepest throes,
You are a life I can’t ever let go.
How I cherish the joy your love bestows,
Only you who can set my heart aglow.

Oh how I crave for your love to return,
For it is only you for whom I yearn.

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