Missing Her

I'm thinking of her,
missing her.
Miss holding the chilling cold hands of hers,
it's as if the hands of her needs care and warmth as long as it needs.
And i wish i could be the one so badly. I love her too. But often only tears seems to flow.
Many times i have tried. But maybe its just not enough hard. It failed.

Is my hands not warm enough?

i thought.