Absence makes the heart grow fonder
And I'm left here to sit and ponder
How it would feel to kiss your perfect lips
And pull you closer to my body with nothing but my hands on your hips
I wonder if you'd tell me that you've never felt any thing like this
That your hand in my hand caused you nothing but pure bliss,
But I wonder,
if when we were apart, would I be the only one that you'd miss?

J.M.