For how long would I miss thee,
My heart yearns and scorned deeply.
You're to blame and so I shall,
My mind's a mess and feeling's dull.
My beloved, today, I grieve;
Your smell and touch, I heed.
A thousand deaths it seems I took,
And all I can hold is your little pink book.
Your smile, your stare,
Your shoulders when bare.
Your skin so smooth,
The way you look.
I miss thee like life when death arrives,
I'm a sunflower when the sun, in the clouds, hides.
Without you, All I have is this fear,
And your memories, I hold dear.
Because, to my heart, you hold the key;
I'm always like this when I miss thee.
