How I miss you, my love.
This day seemed as long as a year
knowing I won’t see you tonight.
I felt as if I were slowly dying all day.
Like a flower losing its pedal one by one
until all has withered away.
Just to talk to you and to hear your voice
is enough to lift my spirit,
the voice of an angel,
an angel singing sweet songs of love,
as Cupid shoots his love filled arrow,
piercing my heart,
flooding my soul with love and passion,
overflowing my heart,
pouring every ounce of love I possess onto you.
Written from the depths of my heart for Viviana Lazoya Lopez 1-10-05.
