My dear, dear love, time passes all too slow
spending these moments out of your sweet hold.
I wonder, does the emptiness plain show?
Can someone see this longing I withhold
to return into your arms and weep soft
tears for the nights I miss you so deeply?
How I treasure the memories we oft
shared in ultimate bliss- your touch lovely.
The teasing of your whispers in my mind,
and those beautiful eyes, your gentle smile,
reminding me of our hearts intertwined,
and every moment waiting seems worthwhile.
So I will bear the torment of time through,
for I know someday I will be with you.
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