I miss her more as days pass by
her vibrance, her gait, her grace
that inspires others with her
laughter,cheerfulness
and all time high

I miss her more as days pass by
the twinkle of her eyes,
the blush in her cheeks
her tweeety tongue
and witty reply

I miss her more as days pass by
her passion and desire
that lits every fiber
and bone of her
body on fire

I miss her more as days pass by
of being truly appreciated
not neglected with
sugar-coated lie
not I, would buy

Yes, I miss myself all this time
not hurting, not doubting
nothing; other than
to love, to be loved
is it a crime?

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