What I would give,
For the feel of your hand
The caress of your lips.
To fall asleep wrapped in your arms
As the beat of our hearts,
Softly, gentily lulls us to sleep.
The scent of you lingers
stuck to my pillowcase
The only trace of you left behind.
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