He is a phantom
He is but a memory
He means the world to me
He plagues my mind
He never leaves me be.
He is a ghost
He is a shell of the past
His face invades my mind.
His soft caress cannot be forgot
His love is forever mine.
His memory abides with me
His beating heart is mine own
His caring force flows within me
His eyes continue to search through mine.
He is my phantom, eternally.
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