The way your rarely heard laughter-echoes in my ears
How your obsidian eyes light up-when the battle starts
Your black unruly hair blows in the wind-
Slamming your intoxicating scent into my nose
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I'm two poems in and I'mn noticing the love and lost pattern to your poetry. It's hard to get over someone, yes but more will come, no? Our parents have always made that very clear to us children. Good imagery, you have a knack for it.