Widowman
He missed the warmth,in her arms
He missed all her feminine charms
He missed the softness of her kiss
He missed contented married bliss
He missed fulfilment in love's embrace
He missed intimacy,face to face
He missed his sweetheart helpmeet
Coming home,no one to greet
He missed the thoughts of his soulmate
Each day recalling their first date
Not for a second had he regretted his choice
Each minute now,he missed her voice
He missed his love so very much,
And sharing life with his old dutch.
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