simply and with no frills,
i miss your smile, your laughter, and your twinkling eyes,
i miss your voice that reminds me of rillsong and brooks, of spring water sweet and cold and refreshing.
i miss your presence, the poise and grace that tell the world loudly,
that here is royalty, here is the testimony that angels exist, and live, and are without wings.
i miss the stare that you give me, deep, penetrating, probing, wanting to know; the stare that makes me want to be better, to be the paladin that can be worthy to stand beside you.
i miss the he who i become when i am with you, the he who is the better and the best; in your presence i am cleansed, i am purged, and i am strengthened; by your side i am given a vision of celestiality, and i am made to believe i, too, can be among those who are there.
but in the end, simply, and with no frills, i miss you.
and in the silence, in the presence of absent tulips that color me with song, i yearn, knowing that, simply, and with no frills, i HAVE grown to love this princess of song and smile.
oh, what i would give to be worthy of your trust and love and companionship!