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Lost Without You
How about some love poetry?
Right now I am so desperate for your touch
That I can barely speak, let alone write a thing.
I could walk out the door into the hallway
And scream with such ferocity
The neighbors might think
I have taken leave of my senses.
When I think of food,
Nothing compares to how I savor you.
When I contemplate delightful vision,
You are the only vision in my eyes.
I love all music,
But no sound is better than your voice.
I await every telephone call,
And lead you with questions,
Just to hear the timbre of your talk, which I adore.
Nothing makes me sadder than a bad connection.
Oh! Baby! I love your smell.
Intoxicated and pathetic, I make the bed,
And fluff the pillows,
I do so expecting the redolence of you.
And when you are gone,
Even after a day or two,
And your aroma is lost, I am lost, too.
At wits end, I circle the bed,
And pace the bedroom floor, like some pet
Whose master has not returned home.
I am frantic without the fresh smell of you.
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