What I miss the most
What I miss the most, I wonder.
Is it the ringing laughter of your voice
Is it the joy you fill the room with, just by your presence
Is it the lovely face, I so love to hold
Is it the mystical eyes, which I so adore
Is it the beautiful lips, that hold the most gorgeous of the smiles
Is it the dark wavy hair of yours, which I so love to mess
What I miss the most, I wonder
Do I miss the part of me, which comes alive when you are around, that I miss?
I wonder, what I miss the most.
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