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A short poem about my truest love whom I lost but found again much later in my life. This was written a short time after I lost her.

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I can smell you as if you were a flower
I can taste you like sugar on the tip of my tongue
I can hear the fabric of your clothes when you move
I can see you like the streaming morning sun
I can feel you in my heart perfect and fine

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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