missing you

i miss the one who makes me smile
who makes me warm
who makes me happy and makes me sad
the one who feels nice with her arms around me
the one who wants my arms around her

i find it funny that -- of all poets -- the one who describes my feelings toward W is none other than Axl Rose:

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry

yup.

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain

true dat.

oooooo eeeee oooooh
Sweet child o' mine

ooooh oooh ooh oooooooooooh oooh
Sweet love of mine

that's it. i can try but i doubt i could say it better. and i certainly couldn't say it with a kickass guitar solo.