You're gone 

I crave your touch
Your scent 
Your embrace
I crave the way your finger tips traced my face 
I long for that phase 
When we were madly in love

"Silly girl", they say 
He's gone

Gone

He was sweet
Gentle
And Loving 
She was bitter
Cold
And repressive 
He gave her 
Love 
And much passion
But such things weren't of her fashion

He wondered what was wrong 
But it was easy to see
That a woman like her 
Wanted more than a man who would kneel on one knee

A woman like her could never be pleased 
Because in this day and era it seems
That all that matters are those things evergreen