Until you dare develop feelings you can't pin down with a paw
Until you dare express those feelings without them sticking in your craw
Until they're welling up, gushing forth like a flash flood down a draw
Let the Greek chorus give a rousing rendition of "'Til you love me/half as much as I love you"
Lest budding love mature into despair
Before my feelings fall to naught - my soul worn in twa-
That's only fair.
I miss you -
hugging your pillow just won't do -
A whiff of you doesn't hug back or kiss like you.