The Man I Miss

I miss the man I fell in love with, whose eyes exudes melting gazes. I miss the warmth of sincere embrace; the sweetness in the moist of a passionate kiss. Sensing distant chill amidst his presence, I silently weep behind the curtain of bliss; my lips may beam a hypocrite smile, but beneath the lids are lonely eyes. As I stare at the man I learned to love, my heart exhales a heavy sigh. Indeed, I may be wrapped in his sturdy arms, alas, I cannot feel the thrill in his heart.