Longing
A witness to love, yet missing its heart.
In a realm where love's story unfolds,
A gal's heart ached, its tale untold.
She gazed upon a friendship true,
Her friend and mother, an eternal glue.
Their bond, a tapestry woven with care,
Moments shared, love beyond compare.
The gal, with longing, eyes glazed with dew,
Admired the love her friend and mother knew.
She yearned for a touch, a comforting embrace,
A love like theirs, a sacred space.
But fate's cruel hand denied her plea,
Leaving her heartbroken, longing to be free.
In silence she wept, her dreams torn apart,
A witness to love, yet missing its heart.
But in her pain, she found solace's call,
To cherish the love she never had at all.
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