There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes not met
my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known.
Lang Leav

JORRĀELAGON - to love, to hold dear, to need (High Valyrian)