From time to time i find i miss you,
and while i'll admit i long to kiss you.
If you were a tear i'd be your tissue,
but when it comes down to it that's not the issue.
The issue my dear lies with my heart,
and whether or not it can be a part,
of the inevitable battle that will surely ensue,
of life and love and things to do.
Of places to go and things to see
and whether or not you'll be there with me.
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