I miss you!

Putting it in writings will not do
Swallowing my thoughts will make me rue

I have to say it aloud
Even though in this part, it's not allowed 

I know you'd wonder the poetic apostrophes
Don't be a dork, just recall those saved melodies

All that glitters isn't gold, they say,
Recall those opt you made, prior you went away

Howbeit the days go busier
Looking at the face makes things easier

I never paid any penny to be with you
'cause you're just a collection of the few

I miss you so much nne
Will be keen to see you, come what may.