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Jul 2020
I cannot see yet know you’re there
I cannot touch or feel your hair
I cannot see how bright your smile
I cannot ask to stay awhile
I cannot see your fingers play
I cannot watch you move away
I cannot hear you when you laugh
I cannot even run your bath
I cannot see how red your lips
I cannot feel your rosy tips
I cannot smell your sweet perfume
I cannot hear you leave the room
I cannot kiss you at the sink
I cannot buy a coat of mink
I cannot walk with you hand in hand
I cannot give a wedding band
I cannot play around with you
I cannot do what others do
I cannot smell your muffins fresh
I cannot feel your warm hot breath
I cannot make love to you
I cannot even see you through (the bad times)
I cannot go to your bed at night
I cannot even hold you tight
I cannot touch your cheek so soft
I cannot help you sort the loft
I cannot watch you sail a boat
I cannot nuzzle at your throat
I cannot hear you mumble
I cannot feel you tremble

All these things I want to do.
All these things are meant for you.
All these things I would you give,
but cannot.

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     Elizabeth J and Sushant
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