Your smile is STILL a work of art, it still puts the Mona's Lisa's to shame.
Your laughter is STILL indeed a melodious tune, yet I try to block it out.
Your touch is NO LONGER warm, it has grown cold and forced. NO LONGER does it melt the ice covering my heart and soul, instead it ails me. Your touch makes me feel sick, knowing that you NO LONGER care about me as you one had.
