On Valentine's Day, I'm Going To Miss You My Belle Poem by Hebert Logerie

My belle Angelle, I'm going to miss you on Valentine's Day.
I'm going to miss your moan, your suspire in the morning,
And your sizzling smile as though every season was spring,
Because you're an eyeful and a stunner as you stepped away.

You're luscious as you walked away from me in the morning.
Babe, I'm going to miss the scent, the fragrance of your sweat.
I feel hypnotized and mesmerized, as I think about your wet
And rosy towel that I often use as a habit, as a bizarre fling.

On Valentine's Day, I'm going to miss everything about you,
Yet I will be sending you a beautiful poem and some flowers
To pacify you graciously and to dry up your melancholic tears.

I feel down, beat up today. I feel depressed as I'm in black and blue.
I'm going to miss you like plants that need water. Because you're away
From me, and my heart is athirst. I miss you dearly. I am in disarray.

Copyright © February 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry