He was dear to my heart,
he was dear to my soul.
Every night I closed my eyes thinking of him.
I imagined his lips touching my skin,
I felt his hands , though he was miles away.
His voice was constantly in my head.
His smile was lighing my way in life.
Days have passed , weeks , some months.
I still think of him.
But as about one of my previous loves.
He was dear to my heart
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