Poem 128, Sonnet 63: I Miss You, Love Poem by Samer Madbak

I miss you, love, I miss your presence dear
Your smile, your scent so sweet fill not the air
The walls are dull, the bed is bleak and bare
Where is that soothing touch, your heart sincere?
The lap that lulls my wrath, and drowns my fear
The shoulder cornering the clouds of care
The hand that wipes the forehead of despair
The words that prop the heart, and dry the tear?
I miss you, love, amid this swamping cheer
Despite this hemming green, the sunny flare
Your emerald remains beyond compare
Your silky gold looks down on Sol as peer
I miss you, love, and Oh if Death were brave
I’ll miss you in my sleep, and b’yond the grave!


Washington
June 23rd 2000