It
is I who awaits your presence,
Calling
your name,
Feeling
my need.
It
is I who misses your voice,
Hearing
my name,
Music
to my ears.
It
is I who joins your soul,
One
into one,
Never
the same.
It
is I who smells your perfume,
Reminded
of Spring,
Longing
for more.
It
is I who touches your hair,
Feels
your beauty,
Smiles
to your face.
It
is I who loves you,
Never
knowing why,
I
just do.
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o.
dell