Work Text:
Six thousand years I have longed
For a friend,
For a touch,
For a glimpse to catch
of your starry eyes
For a word,
For a greeting,
For a quiet meeting,
For a kiss to make things alright
Six thousand years I have longed
For a nightingale song,
For a place to belong—
But I long no more
For at long last I know
That your heart, and your touch,
And your lips,
And your starry eyes
Are forever
And were
And have always been
Mine.
