I miss you. Miss the feeling of love . . .

I miss you. Miss the feeling of love.
I feel you. Feel you thinking of me.
I see you. See the wonder in your eyes.
I love you. Love the love you have for me.

Blue eyes full of tears and hope,
two eyes anticipate a sheer vision of dove -
a promise of affection and warmth,
a prospect of tenderness and compassion.

I miss you. Miss the voice you have.
I feel you. Feel the promise you have.
I see you. See the acceptance and the desire.
I love you. Love the heart you have.