I Miss You Poem by Minerva Agriam

My little heart is aching,
My little soul is pining,
My flesh longs for you.
I wonder if I miss you?

Is this just a simple infatuation,
Falling with childish obsession,
Like the mendicant of commiseration,
Heading toward sweet passion.

Have you ever been in love,
Hugged the shooting star above,
Kissed the sweet smiling moon,
Will arms holding your heaven?

This couldn't be just a dream,
Feeling you so near like a kin,
Aching to touch your essence,
This I know that I miss you!


(4/22/03. 11: 20 a.m)