Love Poem: Longing
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Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

Longing

I still miss her mystery, 
mornings when I'd wake beside her 
and nuzzle her nape, hear her 
breathing so softly, so sleek under 
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.

Now my days are vacant, 
evenings are empty with no one to hold, 
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams 
that are now so far distant and cold.