My Lost Lover - Poem by Hannah Torres
He calls me beautiful as he plays with my hair.
He whispers in my ears he loves me.
Maybe that's why I miss him.
Maybe that's why my body aches for him.
For his love.
The man that I lost.
I did not know what I had until it was gone.
He did not love me for just my body.
His body did not ache just for mine.
He was much more than that.
He was my friend, my lover, my everything.
When you have everything it disappears faster then when you had nothing.
My love disappeared and I don't know if I can have him back again.
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