As the lover waits

As the lover waits with bated breath looking listlessly about
Waiting to hear from his beloved
The tortuous route he takes through longing and separation
The path seems strewn with a million thorns
But endure the lover must too feel the warm embrace of the beloved
After crossing hill and dale and dark labyrinths
I finally see the light of a million lamps..
Momentarily  blinded I am aware of the sweet fragrance wafting throughout
And on opening my eyes I see I am in the beloved ' s presence
Long gone are the scars of separation
Healed are the wounds of longing
When I am in the beloved ' s embrace