I'm waiting for you

Oh, I'm waiting for you, like the desert for rain
Aching and longing, a beautiful pain
Every moment stretching, an endless blue
My heart's an open door, just waiting for you

The world outside moves in a blur
Laughter and whispers, a distant hum
But my focus is steady, a single, clear plea
For the day you walk back, right here to me

They say time heals all, that's what they impart
But with every sunrise, you're still in my heart
No distance can dim what I feel inside
This love is eternal, nowhere to hide

So come to me, love, wherever you roam
My soul is your haven, my arms are your home
Still waiting for you, with a love ever true
Forever and always, just waiting for you.

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