A Poem.
To my Love, It is strange to think I haven’t seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon but not you, I have seen sunsets and sunrises but nothing of your beautiful face. The peaces of my broken heart are so small they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. Hope guides me, it is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you’re gone from my site it will not be the last time I look upon you. It will be empty and in the winter, if for the rest of my days you are not by my side, but even still, I shall continue to love thee with a love that is more than love. With all the Love that I possess, I remain yours, and yours alone. Love.
