Love is Lonely

Things I Miss

Things I Miss
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I miss her smile, I miss her touch.
I miss the sound of her voice, so much.
The way we could talk, the smile on her face.
The times we were together, the love we used to make.
Her body next to me, in bed at night.
We would lie there together, and I would hold her tight.
She could always touch me, in ways nobody knew.
I would stare into her eyes, that beautiful, sparkling blue.
I loved the way she smelled, each and every day.
She taught me what love is, then took it away.