Masterball.

I miss the times we talk.

I love the way you make me smile.

I miss your voice.

I love your expressions.

I miss your smiles.

I love your laugh.

I miss those eyes.

I love when you look so deep into my eyes with yours.

I miss your musical stories.

I love how your beats make me dance inside out.

I miss your words.

They spear straight through my heart carrying love.

I miss your kindness, the way you make me heart spin.

Thank you for everything.

Read my lips, and kiss me quick.

I shall use a masterball on you too. 

I don't want to miss a thing.