I admire..

Those palaces that existed once
reverberate plenty of voices
as I can see on your face
when behind wrinkles
your smiles fail to hide
hearing them at the moment..
The top most floor where
winds passed you with a book
leaving with youthful emotions
to hook..
The beauty of those days
which you still reciprocate
by endless detailed mentions
you're missing each of them
so much..
And without being there,
as if I'm living them in your
innocence, knowing
I'm falling for you, each day
admiring more and more,
longing to hear from you,
so much..
I wonder,
Have I been waiting for you
only so long,
for  I've never felt before as such..