I shall miss,
The kiss and endearingness,
Of your loveliness,
And the caress,
Of your bitter-sweetness,
Of which is best,
Of which is endless,
Unfocused,
As I watched you leave,
For now I'm a motionless mess,
Only I've, no more we've,
Slowly becoming careless,
As I could not care less,
What to do,
Without you,
Truly mine as my true,
Love,
Could not withstand time,
It was in line with my life,
You would intertwine,
Rife,
With passion and desire,
I'm not certain when the decline,
Occurred and rose like a fire,
For there was no apparent,
Transparent sign,
For me to follow,
Go,
To be led,
Without a lead,
Only to be mislead,
By deceit,
Instead,
The seed,
Of loneliness,
Has been planted,
To blossom and grow,
Out of my control,
Until it's time to say,
Goodbye.
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