A year has passed, and it hasn't changed,
no my favourite part, hasn't been exchanged.
More than any feeling, or touch, or kiss,
it's that look in your eyes, that I really miss.
That look of love, and need and lust,
of happiness, hope, and most of all trust.
I miss that look, that you once gave me,
I miss staring into your eyes, and that being all I see.