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I cry when I write to you. Removing some of the foil from the chocolate, It is bittersweet. I cry when I think of you. Tears of joy. Tears of love. The gentle rain of early Spring. Soft. Melancholy. I cry when I write to you. My soul reaching out to you. Empathy for your pain; Or is it mine? I cry when I hold you, Feeling you tremble inside, Feeling your love deep inside. I cry when I kiss you. Salty gentle passion. Gentle passion. When I am with you, There is nothing else. We are solitude together. The scent of you lingers, Your perfume, your body. Your essence lingers here with me. I wish you were here with me. I cry when I think of you. |