In the realm of dreams, where wishes roam,
Resides a tale of hearts entwined, yet far from home.
Her name a whispered song,
In every sigh, in every longing, her presence strong.
But fate, a cunning weaver, spun threads of delay,
For though our hearts entwined, our paths don't lay
In sync, in rhythm, in the dance of time's embrace,
We must wait, we must yearn, in this transient space.
A wish, a whispered prayer, escapes into the night,
As we gaze upon the stars, aglow with silent might.
To marry, to hold, a dream we both cherish dear,
Tired we will get but not fret nor fear.
For in the garden of hope, where dreams take flight,
We plant seeds of patience, amidst the darkest night.
And though distance may linger, and time may test our will,
Our love, our bond, unbreakable still.
So let us dance in the shadows, of unfulfilled desire,
Knowing that our love, like embers, shall never tire.
For in the tapestry of fate, where wishes gleam,
We'll find our solace, Meem.
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