A poem written for love and passion.

There is something missing.

My senses are divided.

SUMMER DAYS.

Well this morning I woke up thinking about my girlfriend, and decided to put my thoughts into poetry.

My very sight, sound, and scent move me on to be with you. These are requisites for my instincts that generate such profound feelings for you.

You can’t just erase your memories.

A touch.. simple yet powerful.

A poem about some of which that makes a woman truly.. a woman.

A poem about the people who ask for help but go unheard.