Jag saknar dig

My dearest boy, I miss you so much.
I miss to feel your hands around.
I miss to feel you near and your touch.
I miss the way you calm me down.

I miss to see you first in morning.
I miss to kiss you when I want.
I miss to have your silent warning.
I miss our sharing croissants.

I miss to cook a breakfast for you.
I miss to eat it only us.
I miss you say that «Ha! I knew it!».
I miss our nights and our lust.

I miss to hold your hand in my hand.
I miss to walk in parks in rain.
I miss your silly music tasting.
I miss to have your storming brain. 

I miss you spooning me the whole night.
I miss your waking with a kiss.
I miss our joking and our small fights.
I miss the chocolate pure swiss.

I miss to see and touch your blonde hair.
I miss to look into blue-eyes.
I miss you like I’m missing air.
I miss to know we are allies.

I miss us being together always.
I miss you when I should come through.
I miss to have you close the whole day.
I miss to say that I love you…