The Longing Love

I seek thee in the shadowed wood so deep,

Where whispers of the past in silence weep.

Thy presence haunts the still and moonlit glade,

A gentle wraith in twilight's soft cascade.

I long for thee as flowers yearn for sun,

As night doth pine for day's bright course to run.

Thy love, a beacon in my heart's dark sea,

Guides me through tempests, ever faithfully.

I cherish thee as stars adore the night,

Thy beauty is the dawn's first tender light.

In dreams, thy voice a sweet and haunting song,

Calls to my soul, where it doth e'er belong.

Oh, dearest love, thou art my heart's desire,

A flame eternal, never to expire.

In life's vast tapestry, thou art the thread,

Binding my soul where thy sweet love is wed.

©poembyselly