I miss her in the quiet of dawn,  
In the moments when the world is still,  
When the first light breaks, and I wake  
To the absence of her voice,  
A space that only she can fill.

I miss her in the pulse of the day,  
In the rush of life that pulls me along.  
Amid the noise, her silence speaks  
Louder than the crowd’s song,  
A melody only my heart knows.

I miss her in the night’s embrace,  
When darkness wraps me in solitude.  
I search for her in dreams,  
In places where love hides,  
Where my secret still blooms unseen.

Yet I hold my head high,  
For this love, though hidden, is mine.  
A love that defies the world,  
A love that stands in pride,  
For she are the one my heart chose.

I miss her with every breath,  
With a longing that cannot fade,  
But I wear this love like armour,  
With pride in every stride I take,  
For she is my secret, my strength, my heart.