Saturday, December 3, 2011

I miss you, my ........




I miss you, my ........

Longing nostalgic at a lone hilly porch,
Etches in the mind, rushing through my veins,
Making me so frail as a rain night torch
Seeking n’ locating some dull gray stains

Summon up the taste of caress you gave
To the tasteless days of poet unknown
Being beloved… beatific alone.
Who loves to hold on to the dreams n’ rue
But you take me out to the fairy meadows
How can I forget the strength you bestow?
To my will so shattered that I can’t go

So great thy nature that compares to none
Whenever I need, you are always there
Asking for nothing…. never in return
You are content with just holding me near
Why you look so deeply into my face
Oh………. my little lovely cup of tea!
I am missing you so much; come to me.

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