By Kevin, 2000

Where will I venture forth without my love?

Her ghost haunts my closed eyes.

She spreads her fingers wide in my mind like a dove.

My ears long again to touch her sweet lies.

The waves of her hair crash into my skin.

Her face is painted with the brush of infinite light.

The softness of her touch discloses life’s forbidden tin.

Her lips caress the surrounding sounds so bright.

All senses become a mere distant and forgotten dream.

Her simple beauty is one that I cannot resist.

Our puddles flow together to become one stream.

It is without the piercing of her voice that I cannot exist.

~I love you Gia

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