Loving You Kills Me

When you are near…. To hold you is an amazing feeling, the power it brings. To see you is a heavenly sin, the beauty so divine. To smell your skin is a joy, the scent so comforting. To hear you is music to my ears, the sound of angels within. To touch you brings me hope, the knowing, you are true. To taste you is a priceless gift, the sweetness in your kiss. To dream of you is pure elation, the gift to be with you forever. To talk to you is instant bliss, the way it all makes sense. To know you is a great infatuation, the time I love spending. However when I miss you…. To hold you is a tender feeling, your ability to cause me pain. To see you is a anxious feeling, your beauty so blinding. To smell your skin can upset, your sent that holds memories. To hear your voice echoes eternally, your sound numbs my core. To touch you gives false hope, your absent soul, you are unseen. To taste you is at a price, your sweetness can overwhelm. To dream of you is pure torment, your gift is to be here. To talk to you would be silent, your presence would prove me unspoken. To know you greatly aches, your time is something I would gladly conceal.