Is it enough?

 Eagerly awaits,
A lover at opening gates,
Perchance lost in this maze,
Will he find his precious gaze.

Returning his bottoms, just an excuse,
To yet again be his only muse.
Eyes glazed with honey,
Reminder of life's game, unfair yet funny.

A child, upset at his smallest (non)vices
In a moment, forgetting all his selfless sacrifices.
Illiterate in the art of reading a room,
Someday will be the beginning of his doom.

Gestures, the language of his lover's love,
Travelled the seven seas, to show him a turtle dove.
Only dreamt of sharing meals,
Here he is casually splitting bills.

Held hands and shared wolves,
Such love was difficult to be understood.
Yet n'ver could they apart drift,
Cuz wolves, in packs they live.

Eyes tired, yet held grace and grievance,
For bridges burning, fueled by arrogance.

Night changes, they part,
A question remains, "Dost thou deserveth, the man that says 'dust thou art'?"

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