by Kenneth Hoffman
(Morristown, NJ , USA)

The thoughts you had that revealed your love,
The color of the morning I'm thinking of,
The words you spoke into my questioning eyes,
The perfume of your love that money can't buy,
The shape of your lips when they've just been kissed,
None of these things about you exist
But without them neither do I.

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