I missed you that summer, when you went away. An I've missed you every season
and still do to this day. I still can't believe it. I thought you would have stayed. I just want to know why? Every night I still cry, I cry the pillow dry.
It was a turn up for the books, when you walked into my life. I thought that was it. I thought you'd make me your wife. I've never felt love so real and so pure. Il never feel
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A refined poetic imagination, Lucy Vernezze. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.