I miss the idea of you
the idea of your warm embrace
the idea of caressing your soft hands
the idea of your hand in mine

I miss the idea of you
the idea of you and me together
the idea of long talks and calm walks

I miss the idea of you
the idea of looking into your eyes
the idea of your eyes being one certain color and then changing in the light

I miss the idea of you
the idea of brusing your hair from your face
the idea pf wiping tears from your cheeks
the idea of telling you "I love you"

I miss the idea of you
the idea of being with you
talking to you
trusting to you
Loving you

I miss the idea of you

I miss you, too.