Past Tense Love

I can hear replays of her past "I love you's",
But only at a whisper.
Soft spoken memories continuously run through my mind letting me know
That I not only miss her,
But I long for her touch,
Her kiss and the scent of that sweet, sweet perfume.
Because she lay on my bed, cursed be my room.
Because of the doorway to her tongue, cursed be her lips.
Because of that perfectly figured body, cursed be her hips.
But our love was way deeper than any tangible thing,
Because our love was untouchable, deeper than the vows of two rings.

Missing her, is like being without sight,
For without it, I cannot see.
No other loves, no other relationships
Can compare to the years she gave to me.

Missing her, is like being without ears,
For without them, I cannot hear.
Any other sweet nothing's whispered to me will go unheard,
No feelings like those of the ones I had for her will ever be stirred.

Missing her is like I'm crippled, lame or even mute.
For without her, the words that I long to leave my mouth, will never be spoken again.
Because the three little words meant so much more in the end.

Loving her,
Was more than just love itself.
Because, not only did it come from my heart,
But every single part
Of me.

07/14/06

C.D.R.K.S.