I miss you,
When these eyes want something soothing,
What’s better than your mesmerizingly deep eyes.
I miss you,
When these hands want something soft,
What’s more softer than your cheeky cheeks.
I miss you,
When these lips want something sweet,
What’s more sweeter than the nectar on your lips.
I miss you,
When this heart wants to cry,
What’s more joyful crying in your memory.
I miss you,
When these feet want to stumble,
What’s more exciting than falling in your arms.
I miss you,
When this mind wants to paint,
What’s more picturesque than the life with you.
