If you asked me what i miss
above all,
I would describe the feelings i got
when I first kissed the girl across the hall,
or the butterflies i would get
when my name she would call,
Oh what i miss,
what i miss is
is the touch of
a woman i love,
whose life I would fit
like hand and glove,
Oh what i miss
what i miss is
the reciprocal love
from the woman that caught my eyes
by surprise,
what i miss
Oh how i even miss
  a woman's caprice,
when she's happy,
or spontaneous,
or ******,
even those rants that are extraneous,
what i miss
Oh what i miss
is that affable woman
that is close at hand,
who knows me better
than anyone else,
that woman who will hold my hand
when the skies fall,
a woman who amidst a crowd
would stand tall,
but a woman like that is like diamond,
dazzling by itself,
and scarce by nature,
That, my love
is what I miss.