“Do I miss thee?”
Do I miss thee?
Does a field of blossoming flowers,
Not miss the sun at high noon?
The gull in full flight,
The sea on a glowing dawn,
Wind blowing above fierce and free,
Tossing the crowns of the Mallee trees..
And. . .
You ask if I miss thee?
The sweetheart who turns the page of a letter,
Writing to wish good health to her lover,
Sunset on the seashore,
Hand in hand we explore,
Finding strange shells, creatures and more,
Kicking the seaweed up in wild scree,
Laughter shared over such nothings with thee,
These things I crave to happen with me..
And you ask ; “Do I miss thee?”
Miss thee?
If I could but shape my love from pure clay,
I would shape that feeling from start of the day,
From that waking sweet kiss of delight,
The sight of you beside me at first light.
I would mould my love in the form of desire,
That I see in thine eyes by an evening fire,
In the mould of your arms as you reach for me,
The glow so soft of your limbs sweetly..
That..is how my love plays for me,
Music passionate..a Puccini symphony..
So ask no more, my love ..
“Do I miss thee?”
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