My beloveds image slowly disappears each day I wake…
I mourn the vision and rhythm of each breath he may take…
His outline I am unable to hold…
His appearance has grown less bold…
He fades from my vision but not from the place where darkness beats…
My four chambers is the only part that my mind never defeats…
-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
Great Post, My Dear!!! Really loved the last line – Bellissimo, Chrystal! 😊💕🌹
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Grazie. 🖤
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🖤 Thank you.
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! 😘💕🎁🌹
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