With every beautiful whisper, I turn around to see if it’s her. With every vivid dream, with tears I reach for her. With every light breeze, I remember the floral savor of her aroma. With every strand of her long dark hair left on white pillows, there is a portion of her angelic aura. With every tear that falls, there are remnants of her. With every utterance of her name, I caress every letter. With every beat of my heart, she is closer. With every precious memory, I embrace her tighter. With every thought I transcribe to paper, she is my constant fire. With the depths of my longing, she is my never-ending desire.
