I miss the way you said my name I miss loving you and you feeling the same I miss that loving, lustful look in your eyes I miss how around how around time always flies I miss how every moment with you made want a million more I miss looking at you, you're the most beautiful thing I ever saw I miss you, because I'm still in love and you're still an angel, belonging above
Fixing these up is far less enjoyable than writing new poems is.