I miss you...
Trembling fingers
touches the neck in the
quest for your kisses.
Palm touches the lips,
I felt like your skin.
I miss you, my dear ...
Sky has not spoken about it,
know that will hurt me.
Stars are innocent laughed,
not speaking to
thousands of steps
will be remote.
Missing me heat your vicinity ...
Nights tirelessly body floating bed cold,
empty,
impersonation your movements,
to mimic your tracks.
Missing my sound of your voice,
I have no need, nor desire to find exchange,
and so that was lies,
and scream against your whisper.
I miss your words,
to surrender any trembled as the first,
and to absorb the day,
becoming richer for a one story ...
I miss your fingers to play with my hair restlessly.
Now it is proper and flat,
and no one fiery hair,
boring yourself.
Wrong with me your smile,
To speechless, to be alone and laugh,
to encourage me,
and sure that you cut on my side.
Wrong with your appearance,
to feel secure, and I'm happy,
passionate,
and hated ...
Come...