Anonymous..

This beautiful piece of poetry is not from me... I found it somewhere and couldnt stop myself from adding into my collection... Dont even know the name of the poet/ poetess, but its simply one of the best...

In the dead of the night, as I woke up in cold sweat,

            your hand was what I groped for.

            your hug was for what I wept.

In the quiet of the morning, as I got up bleary- eyed,

            Your warmth was what I yearned for, 

            Your touch for what I cried.

In the chill of a rainy day, as the water splashed my pane,

To share a blanket, a book and tea with you, was all that I craved.

             You may be far away from me,

             You may not be mine,

             My heart bleeds for you my love,

             For you, my soul does pine.

No matter what the future holds,

No matter where we go,

My love for you is my life,

And will always be so..