Words of Life, Love and Praise
I Miss You…
I've grown accustomed to our conversations
And indeed miss you when we don't speak-
It's as though something is not quite right…
Quizzically flittering about within myself
Trying to figure out what is amiss.
But upon this, my sudden revelation,
I find it is after all, so very simple…
My love, I Miss you.
And indeed miss you when we don't speak-
It's as though something is not quite right…
Quizzically flittering about within myself
Trying to figure out what is amiss.
But upon this, my sudden revelation,
I find it is after all, so very simple…
My love, I Miss you.
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I Miss You…
I Miss You…