341. I Miss You
I know we've
Yet
To meet…
But
I miss you.
I miss
Holding your
Hand
Entwined with
Mine.
I miss
Your kisses
When passionate
And
When tender.
I miss staring
Into your eyes
To see what
Color they've
Changed into
Today.
I miss the
Smell of your
Skin after
We've taken
A shower…
And the way
You laugh
When it tickles.
Beloved…
I miss us
Being together…
I can't wait
To meet you
Till I can
Miss you
Again.
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