Like a butterfly without wings,
A newly wed who lost her ring,
Like the sunflower on a cloudy day....
I miss you, many times in many ways.
Your face, smiling and poetic,
Your talk, lively and energetic;
Your hands, electric and hungry...
Your smell, an addictive recovery.
Amateur poetry aiming to verbalize thoughts and moments in the life of a hopeless romantic.
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