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| What About You Do I Miss Most? I miss your eyes smiling at me, and all the love I saw there. And I miss your smile, of course, and the fresh smell of your hair. I miss your little songs so, that you sang so sweetly off key, goofing up most of the lyrics, making some up special for me. And how I miss the little notes, each reminder or sweet hello, some silly and some all business, how I loved to read them so. I miss all those many hints of yours, some subtle and some all too clear, and I picked up on most of them, at least those that I could hear. Some things I miss I bring back, things I can hear and see again, if only in pictures or memories, they bring me back to there and then. But your touch I just can't bring back, so I guess I miss it most of all, the nearness of you a' pulse, a heart beat, beside me, beyond recall. copyright 2001 Roland Ricker |
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