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O my sweet love: A poem by Balveen Kaur Cheema

Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love
My thoughts fleet through wintry mists to touch you, my love
The grieving heart laments for a whiff of your scent, my love
Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love
My pulse stops as I dial to hear your deep voice, my love
Our spirits blissfully unite in that fleeting moment, my love
Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love
For days I blush before prying eyes in wait of you, my love
Glowing crimson with hope that distances will melt, my love
Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love
I wait to muzzle against your protective shoulders, my love 
None else I desire than your balmy words in my ears, my love
Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love
When I walk in  the parks, I inhale your breath, my love
When I travel in a crowd, I cling to your soul, my love
Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love
Tread back to your home bereft of its lord, my love
The gnawing silence is wrapping me tenaciously, my love
Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love
Vanquish my sorrows of loneliness, O my sweet love
Oceans away am I, O my sweet love, sweet love