I miss your soft gentle lips
Pressed up against mine.
And the way we rub our fingertips.
Our love...I can't even define.

I think of you nonstop.
Which makes me miss you more.
But, the thought I can not drop.
Cause the memories I adore.

Next time we see each other,
I know joy will be in both you and me.
I'll give you a hug, and yet another.
We will say we love each other, and neither will disagree.

Claude Davis III

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-miss-you-4/