I miss you the most when I wake,
Your fragrance invading,
My every breath,
Filling my thoughts like a lake.
I miss you the most in the day,
Your laugh sings and dances,
With the wind and waves,
Making me yearn for your stay.
I miss you the most when I sleep,
Your eyes folded over,
In such quiet beauty,
The absence of which makes me weep.
I miss you the most in my dreams,
Your body elegantly slender,
An image I cannot FORGET,
Ripping me at the seams.