Awaiting... The fourth dimension Of love ?

My lips are ready with a words
        Reach me soon...

Me and moon staying here for you,
Out of your presence,  the wind is also
Making me too... Intensive.

The stars are ready to stir up over my hands,
    The moon's face get drowsy.

        Because you doesn't come still...
            The moments are counting
                As three... Two.. One... 😔

My eyes also getting cold...

   The dews on my checks ready to fell down...

It drenched my thigh...
It's time to shuts down my eyes
   From the impression... Yes,
He didn't come still.

Perseverance of emotions are mine..

Hope that still AWAITING...