Sometimes I miss you so much

That it hurts

The touch of yours

Caresses my soul

Assuring me

You are there with me

In every mode

I miss it

That touch

Which blossoms me into a flower

I miss that nectar

Maybe that's how our love

Is supposed to be

Blooming in every season

Yet yearning to be with each other

My life is complete

With your presence

What more could I ask for.

©LR