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I think of you every time I see a man steal

a kiss from the object of his affections.

So sweet, yet so sinful to the eyes of the

old couple that sits on a bench, watching ever so easily.

The smiles of their faces, remembering how

they were once those lovers.



I think of you every time I smell the fresh

scent of flowers, blooming early in the spring.

Oh, how the wind blows them so slightly,

but enough to send them into a frenzy of sway.

The giggling children come about as they

run through the garden, hand in hand.



I think of you every time I hear the joyful

laughter of friends walking amongst each other.

So entangled are they, that not one face is distinguishable.

Tales of their day travel from one set of ears to another, arousing in fits of hysterics and bursts of energy.



I think of you every time I touch my fingertips against the cool waters of a bubbling stream just down the road.

Sitting upon the bank, the mud squishing between my toes.

Animals come quietly prancing upon the rocks, to get from one side to the other.



I think of you every time I taste the bitter

extremities of a still warm, berry pie.

My taste buds are wild with excitement and left wanting more.

The face in my reflection shows how much the

sensation has effected my features.



I think of you every time I wake up in the morning

and breathe deep your smell upon my pillows.

Such a rich scent of soap and aftershave.

The welcoming look in your eyes that lets me know you'll always be there when I need you.



I think you every time I step foot onto the floor, padding my way quietly across the carpet, careful not to wake you.

A long day previous left you exhausted and torn.

Just simply, I think of you upon every moment, and I can't find a reason to change that, nor would I want to.