I wrote this piece recently. It’s about this girl (but isn’t it always).
My sense of touch is for your fingers
My eyes are to look upon your face
My ears are to hear your sweet whispers
Such sweet lips I still can taste
My nose is to take a whiff of your fragrance
It still intoxicates my system
But I’ve lost you forever and lost my chance
All I have now are moments of her, moments together I still miss them.