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Still Missing You

Today the tears run down my face
longing for your sweet embrace. I 
miss your touch, I miss your smell,
the thought of you being forever 
gone makes me ill. I wish to hold 
you once again to ease this pain 
that hell hath no end. My heart 
it breaks with every breath I take.
The tears I cry they have no end. 
Here I sit weeping still missing 
you and when I dream I'll dream of 
you and the fun we shared the time 
we stood. Until we meet again someday 
I love you, I loved you, I'll love 
you again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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