Like the tulip

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As the tulip longs for the dew,
so I long for my Soul mate.
In the gentle breeze I feel whispers,
a deep echo that the wind keeps.
Haunted the altar of my longing,
hope-filled desires cry out.
The return of love, fire and tenderness,
A corner in the soul that always endures.
Under the starry blanket of the night,
the shadows dance, a magical brooch.
With every step, the beat quickens,
like the tulip to the waiting sun.
Through time, the bitter distance,
my thoughts fly, my heart carries.
Searching for the instant, the eternal whisper,
Where our souls find their winter.
But if fortune grants a return,
entity of my life, my longing I express.
As the dew caresses the flower,
So I want to find your shelter and your love.
And when together, we walk again
we will be two verses in the same game.
Like the tulip and the dew in the morning,
united forever, without end, without window.