Sweetness

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  • Lost Love

    Sweetness

    All I ever smell
    Is the sweetness of his breath.
    All I ever want
    is to have him here with me again.
    Every morning I think
    What if he was here what would I do.
    I know I would have to break
    Into every feeling of mine to go through.
    Everyday he is not with me
    He is in a place far away.
    All the time I wish I could see
    How he is doing in every way.
    The way he treated me
    Hopefully the way he still will.
    Ten years from today he
    Will be here with me still.
    Always loving him
    Always missing him.
    Together always to the end.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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