Yin... Yang... Yearn

An eternity between meetings, 

And an instant of togetherness. 

Periods of no touch, 

With a chain of thoughts about your closeness and dearness, 

Pining for your warmth and tenderness, 

Yearning for those calling arms and luscious lips. 

The quintessential, whole life;

Soul and body fuse in unison, 

With no alpha or omega, 

Where everything is unfathomable and clear. 

My half thirsts for your half, 

Yang awaits Yin,

To combine. Unity.

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