Without her.

As I wait a couple passes hand in hand,

A loving smile they gaze where they stand.

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Her gentle sweetness adored by he,

His masculine humour loved by she.

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I look on to them and miss that connection.

She stirs in my mind like a gust of obsession.

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It is now I crave my distant woman’s touch,

But it’s because she is far that I crave it so much.

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