I figured this is easier than posting it.

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"HIM"
Its his embrace. The warmth of his touch, the kindness in his face.

Its his eyes. The serenity they hold and the calmness he keeps when I cry.

Its his smile. The joy it brings, and the feeling that stays.

Its his strength. His arms that hold me, and his chest that secures me.

Its his heart. The kindness therein and the passion it holds.

Its him. The bearer of my heart, the keeper of my soul.

Love is odd. Love is strange, but in the end its all we have. Happiness and all things rely on love to some degree. The pain of losing it is far too much for me. He was my one, but I not his. How can this be, why can't he see. Its too much for me, its simply too much. My heart can bear no more, the thought is too much. I miss him, and though only a short while has passed, the pain doth increase. He is gone, and in my heart he will stay. I cannot, nay I will not. It is too much, but I will endure. It is too much, of this I am sure.