Miles away from her,
Paradox at the heart of things,
Obsessed about her,
Obscure without her.
I miss her in the morning,
I miss her late at night.
Being close to her was,
Always my joy and delight.
My heart is awash with her love.
With sunshine beaming golden heat,
Without her, i'm missing my heart beat,
Really can't wait to see her.
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