Yearning ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

The soft whisper of the whistful lye,

The spark of your Dark Browns.

The yearn— one carries for love, is a woe for one a lifeline.

Your smile like soft greens on the meadow, the sway of leaves from trees that once were sprout. 

The humble lullaby of the wind— a remembrance of you. 

To be a woman who loves a woman like you.. a dream too high to reach. For my love is detrimental, a curse I would never wish upon.

I await forevermore to wilt the longing rose. 

For I stand in solitude, waiting for the time of my abode.

-Raven