Pen and Paper: Tryst and Open Letter

Here are two poems on love.  (Valentine's Day is coming up, so give me a break, lol). They sit in balance to one and other I think.  Please leave you're comments (good or bad).  Or better yet, write a poem in response.
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Tryst

To be held and behold
in the grasp of hands
The floodgates of human desire
unnamed and unmanned
souls burning like cold embers
on the hearth
a breathe away from the flare of
recognition
left to sputter at the futility of
unrealized dreams and half
whispered thoughts,
the sweetest of
lies,  manifest sorrow that words
only begin to encompass
guilt and regret fail
to reflect
the pain of this moment before
illusion gives way to truth
when fond dreams are burned by
first lights fire
fast consumed by the present pressure
for release
an end to delusions of
self and others
and like infinity i move on
only to my beginning
and the ending
of a tryst
that should have never been

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Open Letter

Dear       ,

I sit here waiting
Always waiting
Waiting for the moment you return
With open arms and lips
Waiting
For
Mingled thoughts and tongues
That speak a language
Only two understand
Me
Waiting
For something that exists
Only
In thoughts
I sit
Waiting

With all my heart,