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I remember a time
A time when your voice was beautiful
A melody that flowing through my veins
Your words struck like the keys on a piano,
Music I wanted to hear and dance to

A time
When your presence was smoothening, like the breeze that tosses my hair in may.

A time
When I found your eyes bright,
A rare gem 💎

A time
When I thought your face a piece of art
Sculpted  by hands greater than Michelangelo.
Painted by hands more elegant than Leonardo.
A time
When I yearned for your presence and approval

But now,
Now I do not think of you as a sanctuary, a safe place
I do not think of you as anything at all
I am lost in a trance a place between desire and reality
I remember a time when I thought we were ment to be,
Fated
Written in stone
But now
Now I have come to realise you did not think of me as such,

So now with shame lacing my voice I ask
I ask
Do you remember
Do you remember a time when we were thick as thieves.
I ask with the ache of sadness
What was I to you?
Your eyes as bright as the moon in early December,
Your lips, pink as the roses in spring,
Your smile delightful and beautiful,
Your voice like music to my ears,
Your laughter a sweet and soft melody that makes me feel alive,
Your presence like the breeze that sweeps me off my feet,
Although perfection is a myth, I believed in it the moment I met you.
For never in all my years on this planet have I come across a person so perfect.
A mixture of beauty, brains, talent and character.
No man's presence has such effect on me,
No man's presence leaves me breathless.
It feels like an illusion, a dream.
Well, maybe that is all it truly is.
Your eyes glitter as the delicate curves form around your face,
And you smile.
Your smile so delightful,
Your smile so contagious,
Your smile that gives me unnecessary hope,
Your smile that sends a shiver down my spine.
Your smile that makes me want to melt.
Your smile so beautiful,
Is there anything brighter than your eyes when you smile?
Is there anything more beautiful than your smile?
Is there anything more pleasing than that smile of yours?

— The End —