In the light breeze I can hear his whispers,
His loving words calling out to me.
In the dark hours I can see his bright eyes,
My reflection of them revealing my true self.
In the dim evenings I can feel his presence,
His thoughts easing my wary mind.
In the spring showers I can feel his tears on my body,
The cool rain tingling my skin.
In the lonely mornings I can see his warm smile,
Brightening my day already.
In the summer heat I can taste his lips on mine,
His tender kisses melting my heart.
Now everyday I pray that this was true,
But I must wait for my happiness to come,
And know that one day,
I will say all this and know it's not a lie.
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