Continued

I want you in my arms,

I want you on my lips.

I miss seeing your face,

Whilst holding on your hips.

I think what we had was special,

Even by a glympse.

From fine dining to takeout,

Caviar or skips.

We used to stare at stars,

And sit to see the eclipse.

We had something unique,

Unlike other relationships.

I miss holding your hand,

And the stroke from your fingertips.

So stop fighting this love,

And catch on to the hints.

For these days are to short,

To not carry on our trips.