It hurts me everyday,
To think of how I miss
Seeing your stunning smile.
It must be pure bliss...
To be alone with you,
To look into your eyes...
You give me courage,
You are the greatest prize.
...
Until then I'm waiting,
Meaningless like a ghost,
For you...
...
I need you the most.
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