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How could I not think of him,
If I'm still sighing his name,
If his voice still haunts my body,
Despite the time that has passed.
I close my eyes...
And I still feel that shiver,
Running through every corner of my being,
Living ghost of his memory.
How can I not think of him...
When I need nothing more than to evoke
His image engraved in fire,
To feel myself burning again.
I don't need his physical caresses,
Nor passionate kisses,
Nor possessive embraces.
His imprinted essence endures.
Though he never took me by the waist
Nor kissed my back ardently,
His ghost cradles me and tortures me
With the passion that will never be satiated.
Prey to an infinite desire,
Of a love that was never consummated,
Her memory is my lover
That in my mind always dwelled.