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Silently I miss you, without saying it out loud,
our connection is magical, special and exalting.
Your smile evaporates, leaving an emptiness,
like the moonless night, a bleak cold.
Dank nights of absence, the longing lingers,
your voice whispers in my mind, where the feeling insists.
Like heat in winter, like rain in drought,
I miss every part of you, in this melancholy.
The magic that blossomed between us with fervour,
fades in the distance, leaving an echo of love.
Missing is like longing for the moon on a starry night,
a deep longing for your longed-for presence.