Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart,
but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.

Before I sleep and after I wake up
and all the hours in between …
You occupy my mind.
So, practically every moment of the day
you are in my thoughts. I Miss You.

Missing you is a very small word,
the extent of which is felt when the winds strike my door
And i feel you passing by...

You never know what you have until you lose it,
and once you lose it,
you can never get it back.

To me You are my Rose;
every day when I see a beautiful rose I think of you,
and Miss You, and hope to hold you in my arms.