Days are running,....age is getting the best of us... your absentia is beginning to get on my neck.
Should I continue persevering on longing to meet you,
Should I continue moving with my head high hoping,...destiny we'll make us cross paths
Or I should fold my hands and embrace defeat that my consort seems to have mislaid his prospective spouse....

Are u even mortal or ur immortal,....
My confidants are already concluding am
queer for my hopes and trust remains carried on to the one whose existence isn't affirmed...
If I could only know your residence and you in particular the imaginations would have been cancelled....
but I'm helpless and exhausted though lost ....
I don't know if I should carry on or continue enduring being optimistic about your presence....

Is luck really going to favour us and make our ends meet ...
to an extent of going to the pulpit as your long awaited fiancee 🤗💕
where you will be officially mine and I yours ...
this is what makes my bossom companions see me as egotistical,,...because i see none other than you .....but i know not who you are or where you are
but destiny never fails to reconnect two hearts you will receive my letter and know I yearn your presence....

I grew up loving that's why I can't give up loving you even if you are fictional....
I love you.

© @duchess