The thought
 

Lost in memories are those examples to which I remember you.
Words loose their meanings as I try to justify your actions.
My own failure haunts my core, In our failure there is truth.
What I feel now are only the desires of the flesh.
The smell of you freshly showered hair.
Your soft milkly skin as ran my hands across your body.
The hope and love I saw in your hazel eyes.
Your painted crimson lips as they smiled at my strange humor.
Those are the wishes that crave for your to be in my arms again.
Those are the desires that prevent me from loving other than you.
As the weak fight to be strong I remember the reasons to why you are no longer here.
They are the constant reminders that battle against my carnal appitite.
The line of lust and love is blurred as the memories are chased away by the rush of emotions.
I am good for now... that is until the though of you comes a call'n.

Coda