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*Even though I do my best,
you are always right here
by my side gently caressing
my thoughts with wonder,
bringing desires to my mind
in poetic whispers cast upon
the continuous ripples rapidly forming
with every breath I take

Mornings still bring the sunrise
in multicolored shades of how I feel,
reaching for that lost love,
silently floating like indigo dreams
just beyond my grasp
I still want, with every ounce,
every movement, every hope

I am still being told
I long for what I can not have,
that elusive bloom at the peak of the arbor,
honeysuckle beauty washing down upon me,
fragrant reminders of a time before
when your petals gathered at my heart
in a bouquet of nectar scented affection

And try as I like it is of no use,
my mind holds you, desperately dreaming
in echoed wishes and twilight longings
which never seem to end, for I know,
as long as there are sunrises,
honeysuckle breezes and poetry -
there will be you