(A lone voice whispers)
I still stand accused of missing your cheeky smile.
Your sweet husky voice.
That unique funny sense of humour and all its indelible noises.
The way you string words together like the world's greatest tailor.
To create poetry so good it would leave a green apple bruised.
That sometimes I think about what some say, especially on Valentine's Day:
Telling someone you love them is so overused, but honey, I still stand accused.
Whenever I pause to think about you.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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