I loved your lip I miss your kiss I loved holding you I miss your touch I loved seeing you I miss your face I loved talking to you I miss your voice I loved spending time with you I miss being around you You were my heart I miss your love
The language of poetry is something sadly missing in today's society, particularly in letters since the advent of fast online messaging. Does this example ring any bells. Today, their came to me the conviction that I, or rather the best, perhaps the only good part in me which is music has perished forever. My future life seems a mere vegetable existence. Reply. You are always in my thoughts, especially on your birthday. The children want to give a party in your honour, do come, it will give us all great pleasure.
