I cannot write of you,
love lost...
I cannot breathe in deep
your smell,
love lost...
I cannot breathe in deep
your smell,
taken by the wind .
My fingers cannot touch
your skin.
I cannot hear
your voice,
whispered in my ear.
My eyes cannot recall
your face...
your lips...
pressed against my own.
I dare not dream
My fingers cannot touch
your skin.
I cannot hear
your voice,
whispered in my ear.
My eyes cannot recall
your face...
your lips...
pressed against my own.
I dare not dream
of you.
Forever...
My lost love.
Angela Minard 2007
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