MISSING YOU
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
What an old cliche.'
Missing you, means missing you,
What else can I say?
Five or six days without your smile,
Nearly a week - Oh, curse that hundred mile!
Those days go by without your eyes,
There is no stare to tantalize...
Missing you, yearning away the hours,
Needing you, wanting you,
But how I adore Loves's POWER!
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