It's not you that I miss, it's the time we spent together.
It's not your face that I miss, it's how happy I was to see it.
It's not your eyes that I miss, it's the way I used to get lost in them.
It's not your smile that I miss, it's mine.
It's not your voice that I miss, it's the way it made my heart flutter.
It's not your touch that I miss, it's the sensation it gave me.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous
PoetrySmoothly flowing sound is the meaning of this beautiful word. Mellifluous.
