In dreams, I see his face so clear,
The one I wish back, year after year.
His eyes, so bright and full of light,
Their sparkle, a beacon in the night.
His smile, a work of art, so wide,
It lit up my heart, and made it glide.
In his embrace, I found my home,
With him, I was never alone.
But alas, he's gone, and I'm left here,
Wishing for the past, and shedding tears.
I wish him back, to hold him tight,
To feel his love, and banish the night.
Oh, how I wish him back, to see him again,
To feel his touch, and hear his voice, my friend.
But for now, I'll hold on to these dreams,
And cherish the memories, and keep them clean.
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