How much do I miss you dear? How much longing for you near?
Imagine the highest high or the lowest low.
Imagine heat locked in a hearth or water caged inside the earth.
It's always there like a taxi on the go.
Try to picture open flower waiting for the perfect hour,
For the one true bee with the feet.
Day and night, I hope and wait, for my sweet girl to pollinate.
I miss your love; it's, oh, so sweet.

How much do I hate the days when we are forced to part out ways?
How much do I hate when we're apart?
How about avenging the family name by killing the one who brought you shame;
That's how much it sticks inside my heart.
Imagine all the rage of Cain or fits of anger from cocaine.
That's how crazed I get when you must go.
I hate the sun and how its lit on all the days that we must split.
I hate it, though I may not ever show.

How much do I miss you dear? How much longing for you near?
Imagine the highest high or the lowest low.
That's how much I miss your soul, it almost makes me lose control.
And I felt it's time to tell you so