A Better Kind of Love

I miss you.

I miss you, when you're not here.

I'm afraid one day that you might disappear.

I see you.

I see you everywhere.

In all the faces that pass me on the street.

I hear you.

I hear the echos of your footsteps on the stairs.

When I'm with you, it feels like somebody really cares.

You.

You are my waking thought, my sweet dream.

my peach pie.

my sugary plum.

my whole world.

my burning sun.

You're my starry nights, that I wish upon.

So I wonder,

of everything above,

if you know of a better kind of love?

k.f.