I miss you...
I miss the way it used to be...
The way it used to be
When there was love between you and me...
I miss the way we used to talk...
The way our blind conversation had no end...
I miss your phone call at 7:30,
When you called me just to ear my voice...
I miss the way I used to go to check my e-mail,
Just to see if you had sent me a letter,
Each day hoping for a new love poem...
I miss the way your hand had to take mine in yours,
And hold it all the time...
I miss the way your lips had to come close to mine,
And, with passion, kiss me...
But most of all, I miss you...
And now that you're gone, I realise,
I can't live in this world without you...
