When all you can do is stare at the blank page,
and think about what he's doing today.
You don't know how but you love him so much.
You miss his eyes,
you miss his touch.
When he's gone you feel incomplete.
But when he's here, your heart skips a beat.
No one else could even compare
to how you feel when he is there.
The touch of his lips makes you want to sing.
You love him, this is the real thing.
Saturday, December 11, 2010