Poem 21, Pain...
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A sharpened sword slams through my heart,
it's the pain I feel... when we're apart.
I long for you more, with each passing day,
Missing your touch, the things you say.
I crave your sweet words, your knowing touch,
the things that keep me awake so much,
there is so much more to my missing you than I say here,
And it's your heart, close to mine, that I hold dear...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem