Louis I. Cid
Born November 1st 1980
Passed away July 25th 2010
I Miss Your Laughter
I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness.
I miss the things I used to do for you.
I miss the time, now filled with emptiness, when each day was a stage for something new.
I miss your love, though mine for you remains, A passion with no outlet to the sea, A teardrop in a desert, that contains What's left of my maternal ecstasy.
I miss your presence, like a silent chord that anchored even solitude in grace.
I miss, for my love's labor, the reward of seeing some small pleasure in your face.
All these I miss, and yet they are all here within my heart, far more than I can bear.
Born November 1st 1980
Passed away July 25th 2010
I Miss Your Laughter
I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness.
I miss the things I used to do for you.
I miss the time, now filled with emptiness, when each day was a stage for something new.
I miss your love, though mine for you remains, A passion with no outlet to the sea, A teardrop in a desert, that contains What's left of my maternal ecstasy.
I miss your presence, like a silent chord that anchored even solitude in grace.
I miss, for my love's labor, the reward of seeing some small pleasure in your face.
All these I miss, and yet they are all here within my heart, far more than I can bear.
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