As I watch the birds fly back to their nest,
I think of you and feel so blessed,
For every evening that passes by,
I miss you more than words can describe.
The sky turns orange, then fades to blue,
The stars come out and twinkle anew,
But without you here by my side,
It all feels empty, a hollow divide.
I long to hold you, to feel your touch,
To hear your voice, to miss you less much,
But until that day when we're together,
I'll keep missing you every evening forever.
So here I am, looking at the birds,
As my heart aches for you with every word,
I love you more than you can ever know,
And I can't wait until you're here, don't go.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
