What a gentle sorrow it is
to have loved and lost
how dreadful it feels
to have had you so close
yet so far away
from my touch
to have had so much
and now to have so little
missing every drop of love
Its like yearning
for the winter breeze
in mornings of summer heat
like feeling close
but never close enough
to something you need
something missing indeed
or having half a heart
In a world full of love.
