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  • I miss you.
    I don't often think of your name,
    but in the back of my head I can hear you
    whispering gently in my ear, "I miss you"
    I miss you too.
    And I still hear your voice
    calling my name so softly, with love.
    Your warm hands touch my face
    I'm lost in you
    in the sweetness of your words in my head.
    I lay my ear to your hard chest, to hear your heart beat is my happy place;
    the most tender melody
    I can tell when it is beating for me
    singing its gentle song to the rhythm of an old blues tune
    so smooth
    soft as your skin that smells like the tough man that you are.
    And I'm lost.
    But it's just a story
    a tale spun in the thick forest of my imagination full of love.
    The truth burns.
    My hands yearn to touch your face
    but it's a trap.
    And I still love you
    but not like I thought I did.
    Just as much but not the same.
    And I still need you around
    hold my hand don't knock me down.
    I got You
    until the world grows cold
    I won't hurt you
    I don't even think I could.
    but sometimes... I'm wrong.
    Well I guess a lot of times.
    But this time I will pray everyday that I'm right
    cos a prince special like you isn't common in this world
    and I may not be your princess
    but I still love you with my heart.
    I got you back friend, til the very end
    Believe it, Trust it, Never forget it!
    And I'm sorry I did this again
    but it was hard to stop once I started going,
    and it really isn't my fault, you get my creative juices flowing.
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