Lost

I miss so much the feel of love, that sparkle in the eyes,
The butterflies that dance inside as passions slowly rise.
I miss the tears and joy that those in love can share,
The feelings that can be portrayed in just a simple stare.
I miss so much the warmth a single touch can bring,
As it rushes through your body till it makes you want to sing.
I miss the raw excitement the thought of her creates,
The shared desires, the mutual lust that says we're more than mates.
I miss so much the knowledge that someone gives a damn,
And loves me as a person, and for who I really am.