I think to myself that I hate this.
I hate the separation of many miles
I hate the ocean between us
I miss the look in your eyes
Miss the times that just fly by
I hate the land you roam in
But then I to myself how could I say that
How could I be so rude
You are out there fighting for our country as I sit here missing you
I miss every thing
I miss the wind in your hair as the cars go by
I miss the look in your eyes every time we said good bye
I miss the hot days of eating ice cream while sitting on the porch
I even miss the of payless hard work with you
Why are you the only one I can think of
The answer is true
All I can say is I miss you
