Next time you are near,
Listen and you will hear,
The whispering of my heart,
Grieving us being apart.
It speaks of missing you,
Wanting to speak words so true,
Of longing your touch everyday
About loving you in every way.
If it had a pen, love poems it would write,
A voice, serenades for you every night,
Memories and dreams of you left undiminished,
Sadly, the words of my heart are left unfinished.
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