Waiting

Wanting,

to be loved,

to feel the warmth,

to feel your beating heart.

Wanting to be sheltered from the cold,

heartless winds.

Falling into invisible arms;

into an abyss of love.

Wishing,

that my desires will be filled;

my desires of craze unplugged.

Wanting to be on the highest cliff,

thrilled.

Dreaming,

to be a child again,

and making the world dance to my tune.

Longing,

to be on the Eiffel tower,

watching the Paris evening unfold.

Lusting,

to be the richest guy on the earth.

and making the every other thing possible

that can be, by a swash of money.

Waiting,

for the perfect life to occur to me, at least

may be for an instance only. May be.