A reminiscence going wild,
Of the happenings you had with her really wide,
Of the gaze and touch that were melting,
Of the emotional skirmishes that were renting,
You long for her.
A world apart with her is a mess,
Wreaking havoc beyond what you can sense,
You long for each other despite being far flung,
That is love beckoning from the ladder on the second rung,
Reach for her and she would reciprocate,
A love is worth the mess if she would replicate.
I couldn't agree more, Although getting to her will be almost impossible :|