I miss herbecause I let her in the home of my soulgave her the key and free will.Sometimes I miss her laughteras it echoes inside my mind,my head.Sometimes I miss her smileas it flashes in my eyes.Sometimes I miss her kissesthe warm embrace of her lips.Sometimes I wish I could have done,more for me,for her ,for us.Probably I will remember herto the day I am gone,never going to see her,never is going to be what it was.