I miss you; tell me please that I am allowed to.?
I have always missed you even way back then.
Do you still remember the beginning or was it the end.
When falling in love with poetry was like breathing air.
The way you taught me to give a little more
Not to hide away in darkened corners,
But to open the door.
Your brilliant smile brought warmth to a heart so cold.
In your words I nestled,
Wrapped up completely in their hold.
Feeling safe within our poetic dream,
Drowning the worlds frozen scream.
If I have to tell it all
It would take page upon page
For a tale so tall
Not even mentioning the time and space
It would be a never ending stay with grace.
How do I tell it true?
Without sounding as if you were made of Love
And not of human clay and heavenly glue.
I miss you , please tell me that I am allowed to?
