As I sit here,
In my comfy chair,
All I can think of is her,
Her big brown eyes staring at me through and through,
Her perfect hair blowing in my face,
Oh how I miss her,
I miss the chase,
The tickling involved after the capture,
The way she laughed had entrapped me,
In a blushing,
Chuckling,
Boyish manner,
I still miss her,
Where did she go,
Nobody knows,
But when will she be back,
I hope soon,
Right now I am suffering,
Falling,
Endlessly,
Helplessly,
Straight to the core,
I wish her back to me,
I think I hear the door.

 
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