When someone talc about you, when someone talc about the joy, I imagine you are pretty blessed and coy. The moment when you use to lay your head, on my shoulder, my love, the moment when you use to look down. When I look at you, it's so much love. I'm missing this small guest chat for you. I'm missing the love in my heart and few. Feeling restless and bloke without you. Come back as you are my life. I'm so lucky to call you. I'm missing you.