It was you
who made
romantic cliches
a reality.
Every touch
ran deep
into the veins
of my body.
Every kiss
melted the
cold dankness
of day.
The sound
of your voice
brought peace
to my senses.
Your presence
is now just
a memory
of embers.
And the fire
of romance
Is the beaten ash
Of within.
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