Often, i think of that wonderful evening,
When we first met;
The first time i saw you,
The first time i spoke to you,
The first time we touched,
The first time we kissed.
It seems just like yesterday,
Cause i keep such precious memories,
Constantly alive in the pages of my mind.
I've not felt the same,
Since we met.
Knowing that you're in this world,
Excites me,
Makes my body tingle all over.
I miss your smile,
I miss your soft caress,
I miss your tender kiss,
I miss the thrill of just being with you.
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