How many times have I passed you by?
Seen your face?
Do you even know?
Do you even care?
You've passed me countless times,
without ever knowing.
Because I cared about you.
I cared about you,
but I don't know you.
I've never looked into your eyes,
that were made of golden honey and the darkest chocolate.
Heard your laughter,
that makes me feel like I'm drunk off the sweetest champagne.
Your voice,
that sounds like a song.
Kissed those lips,
that taste of ripe strawberries.
I haven't felt your touch,
that's made of the softest silk.
And now I never will,
because you're gone now,
and I missed you without ever knowing you.
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