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I cross the miles,
Span time, just for a touch,
Of all the things I like,
About you so much.
The gentle touch of your eyes,
Approaching the glass door,
The blush of your smile,
On finding mine once more.
Delicate, expressive,
The harmony of your voice,
Holding my interest,
Resonating, causing me to rejoice.
Touch seems so dynamic,
A very living thing.
As years go by,
One remembers everything.
The warm sensation,
Of our hand's first touch,
Already knowing,
That I wanted you so much.
Capturing a shy arm,
Holding me so close.
As hearts gently touched,
Any doubts you did dispose.
I've missed you so,
Since our time was without lack.
When your joy reached out,
To caress mine right back.
Guess I'll never know,
Where I went awry.
If my caring was too much,
My heart I could not belie.
To hold your hand again,
Would simply bring me bliss.
You're never far from my heart,
So let me just say this:
In each and every way,
I feel your touch.
I miss you still,
So very much.
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