Hippity hoppity you, I miss you sweet sweet boo.

So alright, that was a lousy and cheesy attempt at a poetic rhyme, but nonetheless, you're swimming in the oceans of my mind at this unearthly minute. You seem to be an unveiled enigma and my days with you sticking by are endlessly bubbly. You even make my aching feet tap a peppy dance to Scissor Sisters.

I'm left amazed. Now tell me, how do you do it?