A verse to remember

Written by: Edward Orozco

I miss you, there is not a day that you not cross my mind my poetry was music to your heart, as your art was passion to my verse the memory of us is faint yet not forgotten, you dwell in me still i never knew love until i met you, why did you go you showed me a world of color, a dream that truned into reality it's cold, i cry, i hunger all to my self, and you now were to be seen i pray to God that i may see you once again in my life time i was dead all along, for the body without love is nothing i wonder if you still log onto this site, to read this very poem somehing in my heart tells me you do, and the moon whispers that you love me to me i love you always and forever alley