I miss you so bad,
It hurts so much,
Can't bear this pain,
I feel like a deer lost and frightened without you here
Your love is my pride,
Your attention makes my mane bloom,
I miss you so bad; it hurts.
What is a beholder without beauty to behold,
What am I, if you are not here,
You're like spring, and I am like groomed trees in bloom,
I am like summer's sun and you're the sun flower dancing in the wind.