There's something wrenches when I cannot see
Your face, or hold you deep within my arms.
Something is wrong if you are not with me:
I am addicted to your many charms.
My heart will palpitate, my fingers itch,
Each muscle in my face is slightly tense,
My face will tingle, and my leg will twitch,
And something else is off with every sense
Whenever I am far from you too long.
Therefore I cannot help but miss you, dear,
Because the only place where I belong
Is with you, and I need to keep you near
To be myself. So let me be with you
Because it's what I want - and need - to do.
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