Looking into your eyes, pools of serenity,
Those lips I have known, that I knew,
Immaculate as always, in a face of perfection,
And still I look, so as to dream of you.
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Drawn back to your eyes, enchanting and deep,
Then down and down, to cheeks I have kissed,
The hair that frames, hanging so beautifully,
So much to see, so much I've missed.
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Just to hear you laugh, to bathe in your voice,
To hold you so close, a wondrous Seraph,
To be with you, to be happy,
Instead of alone, with your photograph.
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