Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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I do not know which is worse,

Remembering you or missing you.

Before your name even left my lips,

It sunk deep into my mind,

Lingered in my heart,

And flowed in my veins.

Your voice is like a song,

When you tell me you love me,

I feel that you are singing to my soul.

Addicted to your scent like a drug,

I sometimes smell it in a corner and think that I have gone insane.

The sweet taste of your strawberry-chapped, heart lips,

Have I kissed an angel?

Our lips are like jigsaw puzzle pieces which perfectly fit each other.

Your bewitching eyes leave a piercing gaze on me,

And I feel as if I'm some art piece,

Even though I'm in a disheveled state.

Oh, my darling, you are like a memorized melody

Yet also a long-forgotten tune I'm missing a thousand times more than ever.