I miss her,
like a rich person fur.
I miss her eyes,
more than the great blue skies.
I miss her beautiful hair,
nicer than the spring fair.
I miss holding her in my arms,
like a grandma with her yarn.
I miss her personality,
and now I'm coming to a finality.
I miss the three magic words,
just like a guitarist knows his chords.
I LOVE YOU!
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