Speak to me ever so softly.
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
I want to hear your voice again.
I want to have you near me.
Your touch is so soft and sweet.
The little things you do for me.
I crave to have you close to me.
All I ask is for a little bit of your attention.
Let me know that you care.
Show me that you love me.
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Great poem!