To hear your voice--the song of a bird.
To see your face--the sight of an angel.
To feel your touch--the warmth of a summer day.
To kiss your lips--the taste of sweet fruit.
The memory of you--my suicide.
-------written by me------June 6th, 2005-------7:20p.m.
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