Old Love
You are miles from me as I write this...
And, it is difficult to say how much you are missed...
I sense a presence beside me all day long
Whispering comforts when everything seems wrong...
Looking up at the stars, moonlit sky gets me wishing you were here...
All I ask, my love, of you...
Is to remain to our love, true....
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