you in my arms,
lost in dreams,
shut eyes and cute smiles.
Sometimes you cuddle,
or hold my hand,
or just take a turn,
a move so subtle.
Your beauty, irresistible,
want to keep gazing,
make it memorable,
and go on admiring.
I want to write,
but it's a confusion.
To start with your silky hairs,
or your oceany eyes.
I don't want to cheat,
your cute cheeks,
your pretty nose,
or delicate lips.
Beautiful long fingers,
your supple waist,
or smiling ears,
yes, you are the best.
Every single moment,
I miss you,
I burn and cry,
and die a little.
It's a void,
and it pains,
you are not here,
but your essence.
Tonight, there is lot to write,
but something is missing,
a spark, a light,
or just your sight.
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