Thursday, July 21, 2005

 

Longing

I miss those times, the warm summer days
the stolen kisses and warm embrace

I miss the eyes so filled with mirth
staring into mine, mirroring myself worth

I miss the smiles that light up my day
chasing my anger and despair away

I miss the voice that fills my ear
a natural music sailing in the air

I miss the hands I've always sought
enveloping mine without a thought

I miss the arms that encircle me
trapping me close, never setting me free

I miss the touch that cradles my face
so still, so soft, never leaving with haste

I miss the warmth that soothes my soul
completing the void, making me whole

I miss the nights and the joy I had
and I miss how to hope, to feel and to love

# created by Syre @ 7/21/2005 06:26:00 PM
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