There is emptiness in my heart

There is emptiness in my heart 
That cannot be filled
By anyone but you
No matter who's the thrill

You may say my love's no good
Not strong enough to feel
But my empty heart knows
It stays in you for real

My empty heart is longing
Longing for your tender touch
Every missing hug and kiss
Covers a gaping hole of dust

The last night how I squandered
A parting gift to save
A brave man could use kindle
To restart future flames

But this coward couldn't take you
Hold you on your terms
That fire started uncontrolled
Emptiness would burn

Now I feel the longing days
Everywhere we went with love
Without a kiss or holding hands
Now feels like just enough

So when the dreamy bubble bursts
And snow flakes fly in my face
Warm sunsets with us sitting near
Will take me to your place

All the feelings and photos remain
Being everywhere with you at rest
Will make the winter winds warmer
Melting my loneliness best

Confirming a friendship of mutual trust
That being together would do
That forever feeling will remain enough
Satisfying life as a part of you

The object of my affection you are
This lonely man can feel you now
You and your damned near perfection
Even without your love somehow

Forever now I know you always
By heart the last face I can see
Until we walk through heavenly clouds
Love in place functionally

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