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My love my woman

There are things that you will never understand

I feel there are still imprints of your fingers

That will never leave my hand

The whispers of your voice

Still puts me to rest

And I remember the beautiful rhythm

With my head laid upon your chest

I remember the warmth of your body

As you pressed up against mine

We both had obligations 

But lost the concept of time

I remember your face as it turned so red

And the glistening streams that ran down your cheeks

Your arms swinging your voice screaming

As you were telling me to leave

I know I can’t be so selfish

As to expect you to take me back

But don’t forget you stole my heart

And only you can mend the cracks