Waves Caressing Shore

A lone island
My sand is parched;
Thirsting for your touch.
I hear your voice 
As distant waves converse
But my shore
Has yet to be graced with you. I
Ask myself
 Where is Love’s location
Answered with silent sensations
So I construct gems
By pressurizing 
Bits of longing sand
Reminders of why 
Perseverance is a must.
I miss a touch that was never felt
Sleep well
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