The Missing Piece

In moonlit Whispers, I call your name

Through endless nights It feels like flame,

In my dreams I can often see your face

Still bet that your smile can’t be replaced,

I never found the missing piece I lost

My heart still aches for what it costs,

These winds still sing our favourite tune

Yet nights feel so alone without you soon,

Come back my love like the morning dew

As every word of my poetry is incomplete without you.

 

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