I can't pretend I do not miss
The feel of her within my arms
The sudden magic of her kiss
The constant comfort of her charms
The way her face will turn to me
And brighten in that instant; how
She fits with me so naturally
Far more than fortune should allow.
No, I cannot pretend that I
Would not prefer she were still here
And yet before I start to cry
I think of what prevents a tear:
She's where she ought to be, because
It's where she can do what she does.
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