Wish, Love, Miss

I stop to stare
At you standing there
Wishing

To kiss your soft lips
Trace the curve of you hips
To twirl my hands in your hair
But you're still standing there.

I stop and hold
You hand, small and cold
Loving

That you smile just for me
And you finally see
That I'll never let you go.
That to you, I can't say no.

I stop and watch
You and your new "perfect match"
Missing

The twinkle in your eyes
For that other I now despise
Who stole your heart.
Why did we have to part?