Every night I lay awake haunted by my thoughts;
Kindled by the humorous words he always uttered.
Together with the warmth every caress gave
Hoping to wake up in his melting embrace.
Driven by emotions,I constantly yearn for him:
the switch that lightens up my world.
In his arms,I felt so much vigour;
Hence, I called him 'mi amor'
Wish my words could turn into pictures and illustrate
Cause only i can comprehend the feel of 'his touch'
©chiamakauk
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