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CCh Jan 2015
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
CCh Jan 2015
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

— The End —