I feel weak, as if I've fallen in love for the first time, because I'm yearning, missing you, missing your touch, missing your voice, missing your face, missing all of you, missing the way you make me feel. Spring is all around, and the warm winds will flow into summer all too soon, and I take in the beauty of it and miss you all the more. Where the wild roses bloom and the violets spread out, I think of you. And I know that in the days ahead, I'll miss you even more each time I see a delicate bud in bloom...VeeCee... |
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