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Just A Reflection.
I come closer, drawn in.
Deep behind your eyes I see
always a mirrored
reflection of me.
Lips kiss, such heat
a rush of blood,
the taste, so sweet.
I hold your face,
a lover's touch.
This man I see
I love too much.
I drop my hands
let them fall.
Replace your picture
on the wall.
This man I love,
yet cannot have.
Melancholy Bittersweet
Longing is cousin to grief and loss - Fine expression of the unattainable for whatever reasons - Lady A
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Yes, they all hold a great
Yes, they all hold a great deal of pain. Thank you for your kind comments Lady A. Sue :-)