Where have you gone?
What could I have done differently?
Sometimes, I ask.
My beautiful...
Hidden beneath satin sheets of strange femininity.
Gone is the man?
Gone is the boy?
Here... a new girl before me.
I hardly recognize you.
I think I know you... but do you?
Does she?
How I miss your snicker... your shy, boyish grin;
Replaced with womanly emotion and charm.
New... Different.
Lovely stranger.
I still love you.
You are needed, wanted...
Loved. Always.