It's impossible to distill it down
To one thing I miss the most
Impossible to narrow down
One single, solitary item
I could say, it's the way your hair feels
As I twirl it in my deft fingers
Or is it your fragrance wafting on the air
Teasing my nostrils with your essence
Might just as well be your skin
The ivory glow nearly ethereal with beauty
Then there's your very being and laugh
Soothing the very fiber of my soul
With your mind and the musicality of laughter
Truth be told, it's the totality contained therein
The combination of every lovely piece of you
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