What is The Sweetest Anticipation?

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

What is the sweetest anticipation?

 A humming bug, 
Seeking to absorb the nectar,
From the most luscious flower;

 A cold winter gust,
Waiting to caress the earth,
To be one with its warmth;

 A crystal flake of snow,
Impatient to kiss the terrain,
And melt in its embrace;

 The most saccharine anticipation,
Is to be able to see you,
In front of me,
And live all that our dreams be........

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