I can love you . I can hate you.
I can hold you till the end.
I see you when you're not there.
I read letters you don't send.
I can open up my heart to you.
I can offer you my soul.
I can hold onto the feelings .
Be them warm or be them cold.
I reach toward an out stretched hand.
Or is it really there?
I reach out towards a loved one.
I know that you still care.
I can still smell the perfume .
That you wore behind your ear.
I can feel the dampness on my chest .
As from you comes a tear.
I wish you back in person.
Not only in my mind.
A love like yours is finest.
When that love of yours is mine.
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