Teika
A love poem for a Muse

I can still taste you Teika I taste you in everything I eat and in whatever I drink
I can still smell you Teika your scent permeates my world it still lingers on my body
I can still see you Teika I glimpse your face in the crowd and as you visit me in my dreams
I can still hear you Teika your chirping Korean accent that stole my heart that summer
I can still touch you Teika all items feel like your smooth skin some almost shiver under my fingers
I need to taste you again Teika even if you no longer have that name I have to taste that bit of Heaven we shared
I need to smell you again Teika even if you have some other scent less cinnamon and more jasmine
I need to see you again Teika even if your face is different with blue giants glowing in your eyes
I need to hear you again Teika even if your voice has changed too and now has a Greek or Swedish accent
I need to touch you again Teika even if your skin got darker and now looks like dark chocolate
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