I think of her.

I think about her,even when I don't want too. My love for her makes her unforgettable, Isn't that a song. Wow she is a sweet song that plays over and over in my head.   My heart can't forget her. Nor can my flesh forget her touch, nor can my eyes forget her enchanting beauty,or her radiating smile.
                              Oh how do I think of her, all though I don't want too. Oh what a pain to the heart now that we are apart. And I say that I am moving on, but at snails pace. I gave her all my heart to her. True and full love no half measures.                                            
                                   I must have love her to much, because without her at my side. It feels like I am breathing with a sack over my head.  At one time I thought we would forever breathe together..  But in my lonely space I find myself breathing alone.
                                She may not be unique,, but she is the rarest flower. For she was my softness in this hard world. A warm place for a hard man, in this cold world.  So I think of her, because I no longer hold her in my hard arms. No softness to embrace, no musical tenderness to soften my nights and days.
                                    So I'm hard and alone waiting for tenderness to return to myside. Love warming my bed.  I think of her although we are done. Until another comes along and make me think of them.