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A man is saddened by the picture of his distant girlfriend.

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The silent utterances of your beauty.
The touch of divinity on your body's design.
The temple of God's that inspires lust.
The being of our creator's, the child of your parents that I call mine.

I can see it all with me.
You stare at the tears creeping out of my face, avoiding the intensity of my soul's torture.
But you just stare on, without a single word.
I cry on and wish you could stretch your hand and feel my pain's texture.

I'm looking into your eyes,
As I whisper how much I love you so much.
I close my eyes and open then again,
You're still here, unmoved, unamazed but yet awatch.

Your smile.
A beauty that intimidates my eyes,
You stare into my shut eyes, I can still feel your smile.
The sight of sincerity that never dies.

Your tender hands,
The touch of whose levitates my soul,
They keep in each other's grip-
While I pray that one more touch on my body you bestow.

Your mouth, your lips.
I wish you could say one more thing.
I wish you could kiss me again,
That you could tell me that you loved me, anything.


Looking at you hurts me-
Just as much as it makes me happy.
I wish you could look into my eyes too,
I wish you could see the dawn of eternity.
I lie in my bed with you on my side.
The cause of my pride and torture.
Agony eats at me,
I wish you were more than just a picture.


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