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Regretting all the chances; never taken
Have been few
But the thought that haunts me ever still
Is not taking one with you
Each time I hear your name
It’s like a tiny knife that stabs
Reminding me of when your smile
Was something I still had
My eyes still search for you each day
To see the face so fair
The eyes that glanced at me, the smile;
They made me stop and stare
The way you touched me just that once,
The tingle it created
Ignoring it was such a feat
A feeling that I hated
And now regrets fill up my heart
This message I attempt to send
To tell you how you made me feel
And why I wish for this again
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Just now I've read this wonderful poem, and liked it so much! Hope your message would reach its audience and would be kindly responded to. Nice rhyme, nice feelings and a nice poem.