You touch my heart

And then you go

I'm all alone

When cold winds blow

And my skin pines

For your embrace

Yearn for your touch

As soft as lace

Miss low timbre

Of spoken word

Of stories shared

Emotions stirred

I do not know

If you'll return

But til that time

My soul will burn

Shared memories

Will haunt my mind

Til you return

And our hearts bind

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