• I miss my love,
    I miss my heart,
    I miss the fire in my soul.
    He has it all,
    he has everything in his grip.
    He says I love you to my heart,
    then he plays his guitar and plays for my soul.
    I miss his voice,
    his soft lips on mine,
    his musical fingers so gentle,
    as if I was the cause of his musical talent.
    I miss my music.
    He was my music,
    he made my heart dance,
    he made the fire in my soul burn.
    He was magical.
    My love.
    I miss his voice dearly.
    I miss everything,
    I miss my music...my only love.