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Miss the miss
I miss you, your touch so true,
Hands entwined, like morning dew.
Soft shoulder kisses, sweet and fine,
Whispered nothings, yours and mine.

Lips against me, oh so sweet,
Longing for the next time we meet.
Two years, four months, days gone by,
Still, your presence makes me sigh.

Marks on my neck, a love's embrace,
Silk of your hair, a tender grace.
Though time has passed, I still feel near,
Your scent, your lips, forever dear.

Your hands around my neck, we danced so free,
In my heart, you'll always be.
I miss you, my love, endlessly.

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© charmidhruva