Please, don't

Don't give us up, please
don't let go.
Don't give up these
you'll miss them so.

You'll miss the poems
You'll miss the songs
Don't give us up
I'll right the wrongs.

You'll miss the kisses
You'll miss the hugs
Don't give us up
I'll squash the bugs.

You'll miss the teasing
You'll miss the tickling
Don't give us up
I'll keep on trying.

What about the laughter and the tears?
Why not forever forget our fears?
Where is together if not right here?
How can I ever make it clear?

wingsofdeath

* Every time I read this, it sounds like lyrics to a song. Perhaps I should write music to this.