Missing You
Sometimes I hear your voice whistling in the cold wind
I see your saintly smile flashing before my eyes like a phantom
And I can even feel your magical hands patting my back tenderly
I hold my dreams so dear for in them is thy presence
I dream of you lying right next to me in my wildest ecstasy
A couple of times I have caught myself smiling at such thoughts
I thought I was losing my sanity but the psychologist said am sound
Yet still, my head arches and throbs like a drum
But my doctor insists that am find
He says I am just missing you
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