Pristine are my thoughts,
Generous is my smile,
Boundless is my love,
Infinite, everything else you adore.
With miles in between,
Love could lose it's sheen.
Locked in this desolate closet,
Miss Iron misses her magnet.
My thoughts, for you, are chained,
I promise, they would never wane.
You fulfill your absence,
With your surreal presence.
Your words keep me warm,
In my mind, a flutter, a storm.
Your dreams keep me awake,
Awaiting, the icing on the cake.
Far away from me,
You made me a rustic beauty.
My love has been bare,
Oh, You have been unfair.
P.S. Distance, they say, makes the heart grow fonder.
P.S.2 It has been a long time since I wrote a poem.
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