Without You

Without You short poem

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It has been so long
So many years
That I haven’t seen you
My heart craves for your presence,
for your love
At night I don’t count the stars
I just look at them
Because they look beautiful
and they remind me of you
Wherever you are
I just want to tell you
one thing
I love you
always and forever
And nothing will ever be the same
without you.

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