I love him more now I did than,
He is sweet, kind, and true.
But he is her’s and not mine,
and it makes me blue.
We never touched,
we never kissed in flesh,
but when talked, we made love,
Oh, how we would mesh.
Every fantasy and every dream,
We even shared our needs
We explored each one until we found
We were happy and pleased.
He took me places and I’d never been
Brought me pleasure I never knew,
We made love as if together
though only our voices made it true.
I want him to be happy
Instead of being sad,
I wish I met him,
long before she had.
I want this pain to stop,
but I am afraid if it would end,
I would be worse then without him
I’d feel nothing again.
He fills a place in my heart
That I felt once was still
No matter the outcome
I wish him well and always will.
This breaks my heart
but it will heal
He needs me strong,
Which I will be still.
I will always be his friend
to help him along the way
thought I love him more and
miss him more every single day.
