That question sets my heart pondering
and my soul wandering.
Would I miss those smiles?
Smooth ones that set me off for miles.
The brigthness of its light,
radiates through the cold, dark night.
Would I miss those lovely, jaded eyes?
The same ones that make me realize...
Would I miss...?
The tenderness of your skin,
which softens with every grin.
The sweet enchanting smell of a rose,
I sense when you are so close.
They say when a man falls in love,
there is born a fool.
If loving you makes me a fool,
Com'on girl, thats cool.
I will try my best NOT to miss you...
Damn that will be hard to do.
