I miss the sound of your voice,
until I sleep at night,
mornings hurt, for you are gone.

I miss your fragrant scent
but smell it in my dreams
like flowers in the springtime rain.

I miss the beauty of your face,
the comfort of your smile,
and wish you'd smile at me when I'm asleep.

I miss the tender trust
bestowed when we would meet
and you would place your hand on mine.

I miss the adoration
once shining in your eyes
and search your eyes in dreams
to find that glowing glance is gone,
so I no longer care to sleep or dream.

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