His smile was as bright as the sun
His touch was as soft and light as a feather
His smell…intoxicating
His voice…a silky-smooth baritone
But that was long ago
I now wait patiently for a sign
A glimpse coming over the horizon
Still no word so for now,
I'll hold tight to the promise of his return
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