I looked for temporary satisfation when your love was absent. I understand it may be selfish of me but waiting for its return is like waiting for the last autumn leaf to make way to the earth -- the beauty of summer fades, and Mother Nature loses her youth as the arms that reach the heavens slowly die.
Truthfully, one could not forget intimate kisses shared in silence, and the voice that has resonated in the mind as the sweetest lullaby. If only it was possible to find joy within the pain. Although laughing at such misery could ease a weary heart, the perfect love still has too strong of a hold to let go of the affection it has received.