i left my heart behind...

when I imagine love... what it feels like... what it tastes like.. oh how my body grows ill and my stomach, it aches... for it all returns me to you.

your eyes... and the way they would stare directly through mine... revealing my soul, my heart, my truth... nothing could hide from those eyes.

your lips... and the way they would graze my skin; what I would give to feel those lips again, those lips that I continue to crave each lonely night, the only lips that could make me bend on command...

your chest... and the way my head would fit so perfectly upon it... how soundly I would sleep with my body upon yours and how I miss the way your fingertips would lightly run down the length of my back as I drifted off in your embrace...

you see... there is no love after you... for there is not one who could compare with a soul made so perfectly for my own... and thus... after you... love is but a distant, bittersweet memory...

when I imagine love... what it feels like... what it tastes like... oh how my body grows ill and my stomach, it aches... for it all returns me to you.

- a poem by Amber Eyes -