I long for the warmth of your hands,
And the sweetness of your voice
Sweet like a lullaby,
It puts me to sleep
But I try to stay awake
Because I love hearing your voice
I love listening to your stories
About things
You are passionate about,
The things you love,
And why you do the things you do
I love watching you
When you are in your element
And even when you aren't
The last time we met,
I wanted give you a hug
So tight you would find it hard to breathe
But I was too scared to
For I might not let go of you
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