What I miss the most

What I miss the most, I wonder. Is it the ringing laughter of your voice Is it the joy you fill the room with, just by your presence Is it the lovely face, I so love to hold Is it the mystical eyes, which I so adore Is it the beautiful lips, that hold the most gorgeous of the smiles Is it the dark wavy hair of yours, which I so love to mess What I miss the most, I wonder Do I miss the part of me, which comes alive when you are around, that I miss? I wonder, what I miss the most.