By D. R. DiFrancesco
Grasping at my soul
Frost of love gone cold haunts me
Every waking hour
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Love like summer’s heat
Burns deeply with passing time
Capturing the heart
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Screaming out in pain
Wallowing in tears of lose
Praying you return
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Your gentle fragrance
It’s bouquet embraces me
Softened with a kiss
Dom DiFrancesco 
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