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The simple joys I'll never know:

The softness of your skin

The sweetness of your lips



The little pleasures that I once had:

Your arm around my waist

That sparkle in your eyes



The words I'll never get to say;

The carpet I'll never get to walk;

The veil I'll never get to lift;

The kiss I'll never get to have...



Simple joys, little pleasures that seem so far away

haunt my tortured soul.

While I feared you turning one way,

you simply turned down another.



Was it destiny that you left me?

Would it have happened anyway?

Had I never told you the blood secret,

would you still be standing at my side?



Little thoughts: Things you used to do or say

making themselves known; resounding in my head.

Memories of what has passed:

burning tears of crystal in my eyes.



But why should I mourn the simple pleasures,

or the little joys?

Is it because I love you?

...and yet, you are still so far away.